Wesley Corpus

What tho' the floods lift up their voice, Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry; They cannot damp thy children's joys, Or shake the soul, when God is nigh. Headlong we cleave the yawning deep, And back to highest heaven are born, Unmov'd, tho' rapid whirlwinds sweep, And all the watry world upturn. Roar on, ye waves! Our souls defie Your roaring to disturb our rest, In vain t' impair the calm ye try, The calm in a believer's breast. Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries, Thou sea, the servant of his will: Rise, while our God permits thee, rise; But fall, when he shall say, "Be still!" Page 34 Zechariah XII. 10. "They shall look unto him whom they have pierced." From the German.17 Extended on a cursed tree, Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and blood See here, the King of Glory see! He sinks;18 expires the Son of God! Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done; Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known; No guile hath in thy lips been found. I, I alone have done the deed! 'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn: My sins have caus'd thee, Lord, to bleed: Pointed the nail and fixt the thorn. The burthen for me to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid: To heal me, thou hast born my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast made. In the devouring lion's teeth Torn, and forsook of all I lay: Thou spring'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey. 17Source: Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf, ed. Das Gesang-Buch der Gemeine in Herrn-Huth (Halle: Wäysenhaus, 1737), 105-6 (104, by Paul Gerhardt). 18Changed to "Sinks, and expires ..." in 4th edn. (1743) and following. Page 35 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am Ceaseless to all thy glory shew. Too much to thee I cannot give, Too much I cannot do for thee: Let all thy love, and all thy grief Grav'n on my heart for ever be! The meek, the still, the lowly mind O may I learn from thee, my God: And love with softest pity join'd For those that trample on thy blood.