Wesley Corpus

Thy messenger we hear, Who tells us better things, Who in thy name forbids our fear, And joyful tidings brings: The Lord our God and guide, Thou dost prepare our way; Our Captain fights on Israel's side, And Christ shall win the day: By thee from Egypt led We on to conquer go, Confident in thy strength to tread On each devoted foe; Thine arm stretch'd out again Shall put forth all its power, 'Till every Canaanite is slain, And sin exists no more. "The Lord thy God hath blessed thee in all the works of thy hand: he knoweth thy walking thro' this great wilderness." Deut. ii. 7. Yes, the Lord my God hath blest Whate'er my hand hath done, Seen me labouring after rest, And all my walking known: In this ghastly wilderness Thou hast my kind preserver been, Nourish'd with sufficient grace, And held me back from sin. "These forty years the Lord thy God hath been with thee, thou hast lacked nothing." Deut. ii. 7. Lost, perplex'd with doubts and fears, By endless troubles tried, Thee for more than forty years I own my secret guide: