560    8.7.4.     W. Gadsby
“Awake, O sword, against my shepherd.” Zech. 13. 7

1 O thou mighty God and Saviour
  Give us faith thy works to trace;
  Heavenly Warrior, may we never
  From thee turn away our face;
  May we view thee,
  Standing in our wretched place.

2 Armed with wrath and righteous vengeance,
  Justice once unsheathed its sword;
  Death and hell were its attendants,
  And Jehovah gave the word:
  “Smite the Shepherd;
  Let my wrath on him be poured.”

3 All obeyed with fixed attention,
  And in dreadful troops drew near;
  Horrors we can never mention
  Seized our Lord and Saviour there;
  Armed with vengeance,
  Free from either dread or fear.

4 Gaze, ye Christians, gaze and wonder;
  See the mighty Hero fight;
  He has burst their bands asunder,
  And completely spoiled their might,
  Yes, this Warrior,
  Put the hosts of hell to flight.

5 Now the battle’s fought and gainèd;
  Jesus, our victorious Lord,
  Rushed into the hosts, and stainèd
  All his garments in their blood;
  But he conquered,
  And redeemed the church to God.