Wesley Corpus

For this ten thousand faithful souls Are weeping round thy throne, And while thy angry thunder rolls, They in thy Spirit groan: We join the heaven-invading cry, And mercy, mercy claim, O let thy bowels, Lord, reply: We ask in Jesu's name! Page 14 Hymn VIII. How happy, Lord, are we Who have a part in thee! Following after righteousness, Hidden in thine anger's day, We enjoy an heart-felt peace, Peace which none can take away. When plagues the land o'erflow, We share the common woe: But our patriotic love Is not selfish, or confin'd, But our yearning bowels move Tow'rd the whole afflicted kind. With every sufferer We drop the generous tear, (Whom thy tendering Spirit leads) Pity no distinction knows, Love for all the wounded bleeds, Love embraces friends and foes. Yet tho' for all we feel, Our souls are happy still: Soft, compassionate distress On a wretched world bestow'd, Cannot violate our peace, Cannot shake our trust in God. With deepest sympathy, Saviour, we cry to thee: Listening to thy chosen race, Come, thou universal friend, Shorten these vindictive days, Bring the joy which ne'er shall end. Ev'n now with eagle's eye We see thee in the sky; Page 15 Soon with eagle's wings we soar, Our descending Lord to meet: Then the cup of bliss runs o'er, Then the rapture is compleat! Hymn IX. Who on the Lord most high With humbly fervent zeal, With loving faith rely, And in his presence dwell, In dangers safe and undismay'd, We rest beneath th' almighty shade. The ill we cannot fear, Which worldly souls alarms, Or shrink appal'd to hear Of nations up in arms, Assur'd, if empires are o'erthrown, The Lord is King, and reigns alone. His wise, permissive will In all events we see, Who orders good and ill T' accomplish his decree; Who kindly for his people cares, And counts, and keeps their precious hairs. O that the world might feel What none can comprehend, The joy unspeakable, The peace which ne'er shall end, The happiness his people prove, Who trust in their Redeemer's love! Then would their vain concern For earthly toys be o'er, The nations then would learn Pernicious war no more, Page 16 But bless the mild Immanuel's sway, And count it heav'n on earth t' obey.