Cry aloud, is the command

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.