Wesley Corpus

The fire of persecution, The floods of sin surround me, The flames forget Their power to heat, The waters cannot drown me. Midst undevouring lions The Saviour's arms embrace me, And from their den He up again Shall for his glory raise me. Kept by the strength of Jesus, Almighty to deliver, I find his name Is still the same, A tower that stands for ever. The wrath of men and devils With feeble malice rages, They cannot shock Me on the Rock Of everlasting Ages. I see stretch'd out to save me The arm of my Redeemer: That arm shall quell The powers of hell, And silence the blasphemer. Page 7 The God of my salvation, The mighty serpent-bruiser Shall soon o'erthrow The brethren's foe, And cast down our accuser. He gives me now a token Of his protecting favour, I shall be more Than conqueror Thro' thee my loving Saviour. I render thee the glory, I know thou wilt deliver: But let me rise Above the skies, And praise thy love for ever. Hymn III. Some put their trust in chariots, And horses some rely on, But God alone Our help we own, God is the strength of Sion. His name we will remember In every sore temptation, And feel its powers, For Christ is ours, With all his great salvation. Page 8 We are his ransom'd people, And he that bought will have us, Secure from harm, Whilst Jesus' arm Is still stretch'd out to save us. He out of all our troubles Shall mightily deliver, And then receive Us up, to live And reign with him for ever. Hymn IV. How happy are we Who trust in the Lord! Untroubled we see The imminent sword, Our merciless hater We calmly defy, Secure in a nature That never can die. Destruction may come, The scourge may o'erflow, And blood-thirsty Rome Our country o'erthrow; May torture and burn us, But never can shock, But never o'erturn us Who stand on the Rock. Page 9 The waster of Rome Is now on his way, The lion is come To scatter and slay: Beyond his fierce power We run to the Lamb, And rest in the tower Of Jesus's name.