Wesley Corpus

Ye sea-faring96 men his footsteps adore; His miracles seen of goodness and power, Who plough the rough ocean, your voices employ With hearty devotion, and fulness of joy. "Let the wilderness and the cities thereof lift up their voice, the villages that Kedar doth inhabit: let the inhabitants of the rock sing, let them shout from the top of the mountains. Let them give glory unto the Lord, and declare his praise in the islands." Isa. xlii. 11, 12. Ye desarts so wild your offerings bring, Your God reconcil'd ye villagers sing; Exult in his passion ye rude mountaineers, For lo, your salvation with Jesus appears! Him strong to redeem ye islanders praise, Created by him who saves the lost race, With shouts never ceasing extol the Most High, And welcome the blessing he brings from the sky. "I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not, I will lead them in paths that they have not known, c." Isa. xlii. 16. Father, thou dost conduct the blind A way we had not known, Thro' thee the way to heaven we find In thy beloved Son: 96Ori., "sea-fearing"; corrected in errata. Page 343 Thou shew'st us what we all must do, Salvation to obtain; And who their shining path pursue Shall life eternal gain. In Christ to our celestial home Thou leadest us aright; The crooked things are strait become, The darkness turn'd to light; Where'er thou dost thy Son reveal, Thou dost thy Spirit give, And nothing is impossible To us who can believe.