English poem
On GOD supreme our Hope depends
by John Wesley (1703–1791)
On GOD supreme our Hope depends, Whose omnipresent Sight Ev'n to the pathless Realms extends Of uncreated Night.
Plung'd in th' Abyss of deep Distress, To Him we rais'd our Cry: His Mercy bad our Sorrows cease, And fill'd our Tongue with Joy.
Tho' Earth her ancient Seat forsake By Pangs convulsive torn, Tho' her self-balanc'd Fabrick shake, And ruin'd Nature mourn:
Tho' Hills be in the Ocean lost With all their trembling Load, No Fear shall e'er disturb the Just, Or shake his Trust in GOD.
Nations remote and Realms unknown In vain resist his Sway; For lo! Jehovah's Voice is shewn, And Earth shall melt away.
Let War's devouring Surges rise And swell on ev'ry Side: The Lord of Hosts our Safeguard is, And Jacob's GOD our Guide.
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