Wesley Corpus

The Saviour's hand is stretch'd out still, And still to sin we hear him say, With famine I thy root will kill, I will, I will thy remnant slay. Howl, ye base advocates for sin, Your giant chief hath lost his head, Fall'n is the mighty Philistine: Goliah with his host is dead. Page 255 The dear remains of sin are gone, And all dissolv'd its system is; Not one of all the race, not one Survives to break our perfect peace. We now their faithful saying feel, Who preach'd the all-redeeming Lord, And sav'd from sin, set to our seal, And answer to the gospel-word. The Lord hath founded on a rock His church, which never shall remove: The gates of hell can never shock His saints, when perfected in love. This is the state which all may know, To which his poor shall all attain, Be as their sinless Lord below, And glorious then for ever reign. The 25th Chapter of Isaiah.9 O Lord, thou art my Lord, my God, Throughout the world I will proclaim And spread thy wondrous works abroad, And magnify thy glorious name. 9Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 23-27; MS Clarke, 25-29; and MS Shent, 13a-15a. Page 256 Great are thy miracles of grace, Thee always faithful to thy word, Almighty, and all-wise I praise, The true, the everlasting Lord. Thou hast made manifest thy power, Thou hast thy great salvation shewn, And shook the heaven-invading tower, And cast the mighty Babel down. The city of confusion now A nameless heap of ruins lies, Sin never more shall lift its brow, It never more shall threat the skies. The strong shall therefore fear thy name, And tremble at thy glorious might, Their weakness own, and bear their shame, And seek salvation in thy right. For thou in his distress hast been The needy sinner's strength and aid, A refuge from the storm of sin, A calm retreat, a cooling shade. When all the rays of vengeance beat, And fiercely smote his naked head, Thy merits cool'd the scorching heat, And all thy Father's wrath allay'd. Page 257 When Satan drove the furious blast, And urg'd the law, and death, and hell, Thou hid'st him, till the storm was past, And gav'st him in thy wounds to dwell.