Wesley Corpus

Page 192 And if I fight sustain'd by thee, I must obtain the victory, Must more than victory obtain, And see my sins forever slain. "Thine are we, David, and on thy side, thou son of Jesse: peace, peace be unto thee, and peace be to thine helpers: for thy God helpeth thee." I. Chron. xii. 18. David's Son by heaven ador'd, We for our King receive, Unto thee our sovereign Lord In life and death we cleave, Loving, true allegiance bear, And to thy will ourselves resign, Thine without reserve we are, Irrevocably thine. Jesus come, thy kingdom here Set up we long to see, Forward on thy side t' appear, O'erjoy'd to act for thee: In thy word of righteousness Ride on, thy royal right maintain, Blest of God, and sent to bless The nations with thy reign! "There was joy in Israel." I. Chron. xii. 40. When the loving King of kings In us erects his throne, Peace unspeakable it brings, And glorious joy unknown, Tasting then his gospel-word, With all his gracious fulness blest, Keep we with our heavenly Lord An everlasting feast. "God helped the Levites that bare the ark." I. Chron. xv. 26. In every sacred exercise We need the succour of the skies,