Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 2

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-2-019
Words386
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Pneumatology Catholic Spirit
Made unto salvation wise, And freely sav'd by grace, Thee, on whom my soul relies, My faithful soul obeys: Faithful, and obedient still, Let me not be put to shame, Coming now t' endure thy will, And suffer for thy name. Lo! The rains descend, o'erflow, And to a deluge spread, Winds, and storms, and tempests blow, And beat upon my head: Satan drives the furious blast, Floods of wickedness assail, Stands my house on Jesus fast; That Rock can never fail. Higher let the torrent rise, The tempest louder roar, Satan, storm with all thy lies, And use thine utmost power, Firm I stand the general shock, Never from my basis move, Built, and 'stablish'd on the rock Of everlasting love. Page 26 Thee, Jesus, full of truth and grace, Our Saviour we adore, Thee in affliction's furnace praise, And magnify thy power. Thy power in human weakness shewn, Shall make us all entire; We now thy guardian presence own, And walk unburnt in fire. Thee, Son of man, by faith we see, And glory in our guide, Surrounded, and upheld by thee, The fiery test abide. The fire our graces shall refine, 'Till moulded from above We bear the character divine, The stamp of perfect love. For the Brotherhood. Head of thy patient church beneath, Attend the faithful prayer we breathe In thy own Spirit's power, And by thy grace protect, and keep, Thy little flock of helpless sheep In every trying hour. Our brethren, and companions dear, Who suffer in thy kingdom here, Page 27 Preserve in their distress, Support us by that glorious hope, And bring, O bring us quickly up Out of the wilderness. The lion roaring for his prey, Ah! Do not suffer him to slay One soul that would be thine: To us the wiles of Satan shew, And arm us 'gainst our hellish foe In panoply divine. By human wolves incompast round, Let none without the fold be found Of all thy lambs or sheep: From worldly rage and malice hide, And keep us ever by thy side, And in thy bosom keep. But above all thy power display, To screen us in our evil day And from ourselves defend; Subdue, destroy our foes within, And save the tempted soul from sin, And save us to the end.