Wesley Corpus

Out of their25 slumber woke, Bid all our nation rise, And bless the providential stroke, That turn'd them26 to the skies: Who walk'd in darkest night, In death's dread shadow lay, Shew them27 the great and28 glorious light, The dawn of gospel-day. Escap'd the hostile sword, O may they29 fly to thee, And find in our redeeming Lord Their30 life and liberty; Their31 strength and righteousness, O let them32 hold thee fast, With confidence divine, and peace That shall for ever last.