Wesley Corpus

The Lord is King, ye saints rejoice, And ceaseless hallelujahs sing! The angry floods lift up their voice In vain, for lo! The Lord is King. All ocean's waves may swell and roar, They cannot break their sandy chain: Supream in majesty and power Jehovah shall for ever reign. Page 68 Though war's devouring surges rise, Beyond their bounds they cannot go, Jehovah sits above the skies, And rules th' embattled hosts below. The counsels vain of earthly kings He blasts and baffles at his will, All their designs to nought he brings, And bids the madding world be still. 'Tis God who bids contention cease, And makes the flames of war expire, Destroys the cruel foes of peace, And burns the weapons of his ire. Wherefore to him our souls we raise, Our souls are in his mighty hand, We dwell within his secret place, We on the Rock of Ages stand. Thou, Lord, shalt take thy people's part, Our lives beneath thy shadow hide: Head over all to us thou art, To us who in thy name confide. Jesus, we trust in thee alone: The strength that in thy name we have, The love that still preserves thine own, Thro' all eternity shall save. Head of thy church triumphant, We joyfully adore thee; Till thou appear, Thy members here Shall sing like those in glory. We lift our hearts and voices With blest anticipation, And cry aloud, And give to God The praise of our salvation. Page 69 5"In" changed to "by" in Festival Hymns (1746). While in affliction's furnace, And passing thro' the fire, Thy love we praise Which knows our days, And ever brings us nigher. We clap our hands exulting In thine almighty favour; The love divine Which made us thine Shall keep us thine for ever. Thou dost conduct thy people Thro' torrents of temptation, Nor will we fear, While thou art near, The fire of tribulation. The world with sin and Satan In vain our march opposes, In5 thee we shall, Break thro' them all And sing the song of Moses. By faith we see the glory To which thou shalt restore us, The cross despise For that high prize Which thou hast set before us. And if thou count us worthy, We each, as dying Stephen, Shall see thee stand At God's right-hand To take us up to heaven.