1 Cry aloud, is the Command;
Spare not, be bold and free;
Trumpet thro' a guilty Land,
How they have err'd from me;
'Till their Sinfulness of Heart,
And Practice, is to them declar'd;
Jesus only can avert
The Judgments that's prepar'd.
2 Yet they daily seek my Face,
With much profess'd Delight;
As a Nation rich in Grace,
And righteous in his Sight;
Truth and Justice they would have,
Seem pleas'd in their Approach to God;
Jesus only can us save,
By his own precious Blood.
3 Wherefore do we fast, say they,
Yet thou dost not regard?
Wherefore sanctify a Day,
And yet thou hast not heard?
'Cause herein you Pleasure find,
As such who merit future Bliss:
Jesus only was design'd
To be our Righteousness.
4 Lo! ye fast for foul Debate,
With wicked Fist to smite;
Still retaining Strife and Hate,
Nor cease from cruel Spite:
Ye shall not fast, on this Day,
To make your voice be heard on high:
Jesus only is the Way,
If you'll to God draw nigh.
5 Have I chose such Fasts as these,
Or ever this allow'd
That your Troubles me appease,
Tho' like a Bull-rush bow'd?
Yet wilt thou call this a Fast,
A Day accepted of your God?
Jesus is our First and Last,
The Sum of all our Good.
Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #I.LXXIII