Wesley Corpus

Page 195 By thee the victory is given, The majesty divine, And strength, and might, and earth and heaven, And all therein is thine. "Thine is the kingdom, O Lord, and thou art exalted as head above all. Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all, and in thine hand is power and might, c." I. Chron. xxix. 11, 12. The kingdom, Lord, is thine alone Who dost thy right maintain, And high on thine eternal throne O'er men and angels reign: Riches, as seemeth good to thee, Thou dost, and honour give; And kings their power and dignity Out of thine hand receive. "Now therefore, our God, we thank thee, and praise thy glorious name." I. Chron. xxix. 13. Thou hast on us the grace bestow'd Thy greatness to proclaim, And therefore now we thank our God, And praise thy glorious name; Thy glorious name and nature's powers Thou hast to man made known, And all the deity is ours, Thro' thine incarnate Son. "Who am I, and what is my people?" I. Chron. xxix. 14. O may I never, never seek Myself to aggrandise, But meanly think, and humbly speak, As vile in my own eyes: Page 196 What am I Lord, but sinful dust? Yet, bought with blood divine, If in thy only Son I trust, Whate'er thou art is mine. "All things come of thee, and of thine own have we given thee." I. Chron. xxix. 14. God hath all our actions wrought; Thou with every gracious thought, Thou with every good desire Dost our feeble hearts inspire; Pay we then our thankful rent, Praises to our Lord present, Gladly give thee back thine own, Live and die to God alone. "We are strangers before thee and sojourners: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding." I. Chron. xxix. 15. The angels are at home in heaven, The saints unsettled pilgrims here: Our days are as a shadow, driven From earth, so soon we disappear, We no abiding city have, No place of resting, but the grave.