Wesley Corpus

Thou hast a great deliverance wrought, The staff from off my shoulder broke, Out of the house of bondage brought, And freed me from the Egyptian yoke. Thy112 outstretch'd arm was bar'd for me, For me by earth and hell pursu'd, Thy outstretch'd arm thro' the Red-Sea Brought, and baptiz'd me in thy blood. O'er the vast howling wilderness To Canaan's bounds thou hast me led, Thou bidst me now the land possess, And on thy milk and honey feed. 112"Thy" changed to "thine" in 2nd edn. (1745) and following. Page 255 I see an open door of hope, (Legions of sins in vain oppose,) Bold I with thee, my head, march up, And triumph o'er a world of foes. Gigantick lusts113 come forth to fight, I mark, disdain, and all subdue, I tread them down in Jesu's might, Thro' Jesus I can all things do. Lo! The tall sons of Anak rise! Who can the sons of Anak meet? Captain, to thee I lift mine eyes, And lo! They fall beneath my feet. Passion, and appetite, and pride, (Pride, my old, dreadful, tyrant-foe) I see cast down on every side, And conquering I to conquer go. My Lord, in my behalf appears: Captain, thy strength-inspiring eye Scatters my doubts, dispels my fears, And makes the host114 of aliens fly. Who can before my Captain stand? Who is so great a King as mine? High over all is thy right-hand, And might, and majesty are thine. Jesu, my soul takes hold on thee, I arm me with thy Spirit's might, Humbly assur'd of victory, I underneath thy banner fight. Thy Spirit lifts the standard up, When as a flood the foe pours in, I see the cross, hold fast my hope, Believe, and more than conquer sin. 113Ori., "foes"; corrected in errata. 114"Host" changed to "hosts" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. Page 256 With holy indignation fill'd, When by the prince of hell withstood, Firm I resist; I grasp my shield, And quench his fiery darts with blood. Single a thousand foes I chase, I turn, and blast them with my eyes: Trembles the world before my face, Their prince with all his legions flies. Having done all, by faith I stand, And give the praise, O Lord, to thee, Thy115 holy arm, thy116 own right-hand Hath got thyself the victory.