Verse 1
Let both Jews and Gentiles join,
Friends and enemies combine,
Vent their utmost rage on me,
Still I look thro’ all to thee.
Verse 2
Humbly own it is the Lord!
Let him wake on me[1] his sword:
Lo, I bow me to thy will;
Thou thy whole design fulfil.
Verse 3
Stricken by thine anger’s rod,
Dumb I fall before my God;
Or my dear chastiser bless,
Sing the pascal psalm of praise.
Verse 4
While the bitter herbs I eat,
Him I for my foes entreat;
Let me die, but Oh! Forgive,
Let my pardon’d murderers live.
[1] Wesley changed “wake on me” to “wave o’er me” in 1771.