Wesley Corpus

Page 110 "As thy days, so shall thy strength be." Deut. xxxiii. 25. As my day my strength hath been, And shall forever be, Grace, an overmatch for sin, Will still deliver me; Every day the truth I prove Of Jesus my almighty friend, Kept by him, whose constant love Shall keep me to the end. "There is none like unto the God of Jeshurun, who rideth upon the heaven in thy help, and in his excellency on the sky." Deut. xxxiii. 26. God of the upright ones, Who can with him compare! He makes the house of Israel's sons His everlasting care: Jehovah's rapid course What can resist, or shun, When heaven is his manag'd horse, And brings the thunderer down! Glorious in majesty, He takes the whirlwind's wings, Sublime he rides upon the sky, And help to Israel brings, His people's sure defence He takes them to his breast; And safe in his omnipotence They shall forever rest. "The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms." Deut. xxxiii. 27. Secure in Christ I dwell, Jeshurun's God is mine, I feel it now, by faith I feel Th' eternal strength divine; Page 111 My refuge in distress, In every trying hour, Jesus, thy saving name I bless, And shout within my tower. From sin preserv'd in thee, Thy fulness I embrace, And wait for more than victory, For all thy hallowing grace: I laugh at hell and death, And every moment prove The everlasting arms beneath, The everlasting love. "He shall thrust out the enemy from before thee, and shall say destroy!" Deut. xxxiii. 27. Lord, I thy truth proclaim, And all-sufficient grace, Kept by the virtue of thy name To perfect holiness: 'Till thou thyself reveal, I on the promise feed, Thou wilt the enemy expel, And slay the cursed seed: The enemy within He shall not long annoy, Thou surely wilt extirpate sin, And utterly destroy. Thou wilt my soul defend, Fulfil thine own design, My unbelief and troubles end, And make me all divine. "Israel then shall dwell in safety alone." Deut. xxxiii. 28. Jesus, thyself impart, The world and sin t' exclude, And let me find it in my heart The long-sought solitude, Page 112 The still sequester'd shade For which thy people pine, The bower for weary spirits made By the celestial vine!