Wesley Corpus

Page 358 Thyself, O Christ, his keeper be, The guardian of thy flock defend, And let the king rejoice in thee His heavenly everlasting friend. "And kings shall be thy nursing-fathers, and their queens thy nursing-mothers: they shall bow down to thee with their face toward the earth, and lick up the dust of thy feet." Isa. xlix. 23. Earth's greatest kings and queens shall be Divinely great, by serving thee, By favouring whom their God approves, Defenders of the faithful seed, Their glory and delight to feed The meanest saint that Jesus loves: While those who persecute and hate My church in her forlorn estate, Shall soon indignantly submit; The worms that swell to wear a crown, The haughty worms shall all bow down, And lick the dust beneath thy feet. "And thou shalt know that I am the Lord: for they shall not be ashamed that wait for me." Isa. xlix. 23. Then, Sion, thou shalt fully know The King of kings reveal'd below In glorious majesty divine: Righteous, and true, and good I am, Jehovah, Jesus is my name, Thy God in Christ forever thine. Expecting me on earth to reign, My people shall not wait in vain, But sav'd and perfected in one Shall see me come triumphant back, My train increase, my joy partake, And share mine everlasting throne. Page 359 "Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered? ..." Isa. xlix. 24, 25, 26. Shall the mighty lose his prey By a mightier borne away? Shall the strong-man-arm'd be foil'd, Of his lawful captive spoil'd? Who from Satan's tyranny, Who from sin can rescue me? Answers my Almighty Lord, Truth himself hath spoke the word, He shall bear the prize away, Spoil the spoiler of his prey, Every lawful captive seize, Claim a ransom'd world for his. Thou, on whom thy church depend, Wilt with all our foes contend, Make the world and sin submit, Bruise the fiend beneath our feet, Sharers of thy victory Save the souls that trust in thee. Jesus, now thine arm display, All our fierce oppressors slay, Sin, and the terrific king, Crush the monster with his sting, Now the wicked one consume, Saviour to the utmost come.