Wesley Corpus

Dreadful in number and in power I see them ready to devour; But when to thee I cry, Page 79 Returns my faith, retires my fear, I feel, I feel the Saviour near, The Lord, the Lord most high. Thro' thee I will thy word proclaim, And bless the mighty Jesus' name, In whom I still confide: Jesus is good, and strong, and true; I will not fear what man can do, When God is on my side. They daily wrest the words I speak, In all their thoughts my ruin seek, And close in ambush lie; They mark my steps, where'er I turn, As not to rest their rage had sworn, Till by their hands I die. But thou, O Lord, shalt vengeance take, And cast into the burning lake The vessels of thine ire, Who thee, and all thy people hate, Shall feel thy righteous anger's weight In everlasting fire. I now beneath their fury groan, But thou hast all my sufferings known, The hasty flights I took; Thou treasur'st up my counted tears, And all my sighs, and griefs, and fears Are noted in thy book. Whenever on the Lord I cry, My foes, I know, shall fear and fly, For God is on my side; Thro' thee will I thy word proclaim, And bless the mighty Jesus' name, And still in him confide. In God I trust, the good, the true: I will not fear what flesh can do, For Jesus takes my part: Page 80 36A manuscript version appears in MS Psalms, 150-51. I bless thee, Saviour, for thy grace, Offer my sacrifice of praise, And pay thee all my heart. For thou hast sav'd my soul from death, From sin, the world, and hell beneath; Thou hast my sins forgiven, That I the glorious light may see, Walk before God, and perfect be, And live the life of heaven. Psalm LVII.36 Be merciful, O God, to me, To me who in thy love confide; To thy protecting love I flee, Beneath thy wings my soul I hide, Till Satan's tyranny is o'er, And cruel sin subsists no more. To God will I in trouble cry, Who freely undertakes my cause, My God most merciful, most high, Shall save me from the lion's jaws; Destroy him, ready to devour, With all his works, and all his power.