Wesley Corpus

Thou canst the meditated blow By ways unseen divert, With terror strike the fiercest foe, And quell the proudest heart: Thou, whom the winds and seas obey, Look; and a frown of thine Shall chase the hornets far away, And blast their dire design. This is our confidence of hope, Thou dost their threatnings see, And wilt not give thy people up To Popish cruelty: Whate'er thy justice doth below, Thou shalt thy church defend, For Christ is in our hearts, we know, And heaven in our end. Hymn VII. Join all, whom God in Jesus spares, And mingle praises with your prayers, Page 11 Sing to the Lord a solemn song, Whose mercy respites us so long. Mercy alone deferr'd our doom, And would not let the judgment come: Thy mercy we with reverence praise, And wonder at thy patient grace. Saviour, thy unexhausted love Did still th' approaching woe remove, With famine, war, and earthquake near, It rescued us from year to year. A bush unburnt amidst the flame, Jesus, we magnify thy name, Our strange deliverances admire, And give thee glory in the fire. Preserv'd so oft, we cannot doubt, Thy mighty arm shall bear us out, Our suffering souls like gold refine, And whiten us in blood divine. And if the sword a few destroys, The rest shall tremble, and rejoice, Repent, and know their sins forgiven, And glorify the God of heaven. Hymn VIII. Revelation xix. 11, c. Come, thou Conqueror of the nations, On thy great white horse appear! Earthquakes, dearths, and desolations, Signify thy kingdom near: True and faithful, 'Stablish thy dominion here. Thine the kingdom, power and glory, Thine the ransom'd nations are: Let the heathen fall before thee, Let the isles thy power declare; Judge, and conquer All mankind in righteous war. Page 12 Thee let all mankind admire, Object of our joy and dread! Flame thine eyes with heavenly fire, Many crowns adorn thy head But thine essence, None, except thyself, can read. Yet we know our Mediator, By the Father's grace bestow'd, Meanly cloath'd in human nature, Thee we call the Word of God; Flesh thy vesture, Dipt in thy own sacred blood. Follow'd by the hosts of heaven, (White their robes, their coursers white) Come, and let the word be given, Let thy sword the nations smite; With thy judgments, With thine iron sceptre fight.