Verse 1
Tremendous God, thy hand we see!
Permitted by thy just decree,
The woeful day is come!
Kept off by a few righteous men
Suspended by their prayers in vain,
We meet our fearful doom.

Verse 2
Allur’d, and bought with Gallic gold,
Our statesmen have their Country sold,
While, deaf to Misery’s cries,
Innocent millions they compel
Oppression’s iron yoke to feel,
Or fall a sacrifice.

Verse 3
Nations[1] who did in Treaties trust,
They leave, perfidious and unjust,
To fierce fanatic zeal,
To men athirst for guiltless blood,
Who send, as offerings worthy God,
Poor Savages to hell.

Verse 4
They force their Country to receive
A Peace which only Hell coud give
Which deadly feuds creates,
Murders, and massacres, and wars;
A peace which loyalty abhors
And each true Briton hates.

Verse 5
A peace, whose evils know no bounds,
Which mercy, truth, and justice wounds
Our nation’s curse and shame,
Brands us, as long as time shall be,
O’rewhelms with loads of infamy
And sinks the British name.

Verse 6
A peace which never coud have been,
But as the Punishment of sin,
Of riot in excess,
Of foul concupiscence and pride
Of crimes the great disdain to hide
Of general wickedness.

Verse 7
Lost to all sense of shame or fear,
We neither God nor man revere;
All ranks and orders join
To fill our sinful measure up
And claim th’ intoxicating cup
Of bitter wrath divine.

Verse 8
Yet unconcern’d the Many meet
Their doom, and rush into the pit
By human fiends prepar’d,
Those instruments of public ill
Reserv’d the utmost wrath to feel
And gain a full reward.

Verse 9
When God awakes, the vengeful God,
And inquisition makes for blood,
Will he not call to mind
Those Pests of our afflicted race,
And turn them into their own place
The murtherers of mankind.

Verse 10
Yet then, O God, thy church shall see
A gracious difference made by Thee
In favor of thine own,
Preserv’d by thy redeeming love,
And safe with Christ their Head above
On an eternal throne.

[1] Wesley added a footnote: “The Six Indian Nations.”