Wesley Corpus

The soul-transforming word In us, ev'n us fulfil: Join to thyself, our common Lord, And all thy servants seal; Confer the grace unknown, The mystic charity: As thou art with thy Father one, Unite us all in thee. Hymn CIX.144 Hark, how the watchmen cry! Attend the trumpet's sound, Stand to your arms; the foe is nigh, The powers of hell surround: Who bow to Christ's command Your arms and hearts prepare; The day of battle is at hand, Go forth to glorious war. Ye now have took the field, And fearlesly march on, Fight the good fight, hold fast your shield, 'Till Satan is cast down, Cast down he soon shall be, He shall, he shall submit, Compell'd with all his host to flee, Or bruis'd beneath your feet. 144First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:128-30; stanzas 1, 5-9. Page 114 Only have faith in God, In faith your foes assail, Not wrestling against flesh and blood, But all the powers of hell: From thrones of glory driven By flaming vengeance hurl'd, They throng the air, and darken heaven, And rule the lower world. Angels your march oppose, Who still in strength excel, Your secret, sworn, eternal foes, Countless, invisible: With rage that never ends, Their hellish arts they try, Legions of dire malicious fiends, And spirits enthron'd on high. On earth th' usurpers145 reign, Exert their baleful power, O'er the poor fallen sons of men They tyrannize their hour. But shall believers fear? But shall believers fly? Or see the bloody cross appear, And all their powers defy! Jesu's tremendous name, Puts all our foes to flight: Jesus the meek, the angry Lamb, A lion is in fight, By all hell's host withstood, We all hell's host o'erthrow, And conquering them thro' Jesu's blood, We still to conquer go. 145Ori., "usurper"; a misprint. Corrected to HSP (1749) reading in All in All (1765). Page 115 Hymn CX.146 How happy, gracious Lord, are we Divinely drawn to follow thee, Whose hours divided are Betwixt the mount and multitude; Our day is spent in doing good, Our night in praise and prayer. With us no melancholy void, No moment lingers unemploy'd, Or unimprov'd below; Our weariness of life is gone, Who live to serve our God alone, And only thee to know.