All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way.@Isaiah 53:6
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John B. Dykes (1823-1876)

From Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution, by John and Charles Wesley, second edition, enlarged (London: Strahan, 1744), pages 60-61. This source does not give the author’s name, but it seems likely the hymn is by Charles Wesley.

Melita John B. Dykes, in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1861 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

Thou awful God, whose righteous ire
In Sion as a furnace burns;
Fit fuel of eternal fire,
A face that all Thy mercy scorns;
Behold us where in death we lie,
Nor let our souls for ever die.

All we like sheep have gone astray,
Have turned to our own wickedness,
Rushed headlong down the spacious way;
But O! how few their sins confess,
Their foul apostasy bemoan,
Or tremble as the wrath comes down.

Yet hast Thou left Thyself a seed,
A remnant of peculiar grace,
A little flock who mourn and plead,
And wrestle for the faithless race,
That will not hear Thy threatening rod,
Or turn, and find a pardoning God.

Touched from above with fear divine,
We would the weeping few increase,
Our broken hearts and voices join,
And wail our nation’s wickedness,
In deepest groans our crimes declare,
In all the agony of prayer.

Alas for us, to evil sold,
A seed of lips and hearts unclean,
In vice beyond example bold,
Sunk in the dregs of time and sin,
Laden with all iniquity,
As Satan contrary to Thee!

Yet for the righteous remnant’s sake
Our death-devoted Sodom spare,
And call the storms of vengeance back—
Or if Thou canst no more forbear,
Thyself resume our wretched breath,
But save us from eternal death.