Wesley Corpus

Hail your dread Lord and ours, Dominions, thrones, and pow'rs! Source of pow'r he rules alone: Veil your eyes, and prostrate fall, Cast your crowns before his throne, Hail the cause, the Lord of all! Let earth's remotest bound With echoing joys resound; Christ to praise let all conspire: Praise doth all to Christ belong; Shout ye first-born sons of fire, Earth repeat the glorious song. Worthy, O Lord, art thou That ev'ry knee should bow, Every tongue to thee confess, Universal nature join Strong and mighty thee to bless, Gracious, merciful, benign! Wisdom is due to thee, And might and majesty: Page 173 Thee in mercy rich we prove; Glory, honour, praise receive, Worthy thou of all our love, More than all we pant to give. Justice and truth maintain Thy everlasting reign. One with thine almighty Sire, Partner of an equal throne, King of hearts, let all conspire, Gratefully thy sway to own. Prince of the hosts of God Display thy pow'r abroad: Strong and high is thy right-hand, Terrible in majesty! Who can in thine anger stand? Who the vengeful bolt can flee? Thee when the dragon's pride To battle vain defy'd, Brighter than the morning-star Lucifer, as lightning fell, Far from heav'n, from glory far Headlong hurl'd to deepest hell. Sin felt of old thy pow'r, Thou patient Conqueror! Long he vex'd the world below, Long they groan'd beneath his reign; Thou destroy'dst the tyrant foe, Thou redeem'dst the captive, man. Page 174 Trembles the king of fears Whene'er thy cross appears. Once its dreadful force he found: Saviour, cleave again the sky; Slain by an eternal wound Death shall then for ever die! IId Hymn to Christ the King. Jesu, thou art our King, To me thy succour bring. Christ the mighty one art thou, Help for all on thee is laid: This the word; I claim it now, Send me now the promis'd aid. High on thy Father's throne, O look with pity down! Help, O help! Attend my call, Captive lead captivity, King of glory, Lord of all, Christ, be Lord, be King to me! I pant to feel thy sway And only thee t' obey. Thee my spirit gasps to meet, This my one, my ceaseless pray'r, Make, O make my heart thy seat, O set up thy kingdom there! Page 175