Wesley Corpus

I heard my gracious Father say, Thou art my Son, on this glad day Thou art declar'd my Son, with power, Rais'd from the dead to die no more. Ask, and the Gentile world receive, All, all I to thy prayer will give, So dearly bought with blood divine, Lo! Every soul of man is thine. Whoe'er withstand a pard'ning God Shall groan beneath thine iron rod, Whoe'er their advocate repel, The anger of their judge shall feel. Wherefore to him ye kings submit, Be wise to fall, and kiss his feet, With awful joy revere his sway, Ye rulers of the earth obey. Worship the co-eternal Son, Lest you in anger he disown, His light withhold, his grace deny, And leave you in your sins to die. Thrice happy all who trust in him, All-good almighty to redeem; They only shall his mercy prove, Lov'd with an everlasting love. Psalm III.5 See, O Lord, my foes increase, Mark the troublers of my peace, Fiercely 'gainst my soul they rise, "Heaven," they say, "its help denies, Page 4 "Help he seeks from God in vain, God hath given him up to man." But thou art a shield for me, Succour still I find in thee, Now thou liftest up my head, Now I glory in thine aid, Confident in thy defence, Strong in thine omnipotence. To the Lord I cried; the cry Brought my helper from the sky; By my kind protector kept, Safe I laid me down and slept, Slept within his arms, and rose; Blest him for the calm repose. Kept by him, I cannot fear Sin, the world, or Satan near, All their hosts my soul defies: Lord, in my behalf arise, Save me, for in faith I call, Save me, O my God, from all. Thou hast sav'd me heretofore, Thou hast quell'd the adverse power, Pluck'd me from the jaws of death, Broke the roaring lion's teeth, Still from all my foes defend, Save me, save me to the end. Thine it is, O Lord, to save; Strength in thee thy people have, Safe from sin in thee they rest, With the gospel-blessing blest, Wait to see the perfect grace Heaven on earth in Jesus' face. Page 5 6A manuscript version appears in MS Psalms, 5-7. Psalm IV.6