Wesley Corpus

For great in majesty divine, Thy wrathful Spirit blew, Blasted their arrogant design, And all their host o'erthrew: Into the depths they sunk as lead Who thee and thine oppos'd, They sunk at once; and o'er their head The mighty waters clos'd. Page 29 Which of the saints by Rome ador'd With superstitious prayer, Or who among their gods, O Lord, Can unto thee compare? Not all the gods of wood and stone, To whom their worship's given, Nor her they rank above her Son, The Virgin Queen of heaven. Thou art our only God and King, Glorious in holiness, Thy wonder-working power we sing, And tremble while we praise: Thou stretched'st forth thy strong right-hand, And the abyss below Did horribly its jaws expand, And swallow'd up the foe. But thou hast sav'd the chosen seed, The children of thy grace; And Israel's STRENGTH shall Israel lead Into the holy place; Compleat the saving work begun By thine almighty hand, And bring thy favourite people on Into the promis'd land. Struck from above with sacred fear, The hostile nations round Shall of our great deliverance hear, And sicken at the sound; Canaan's inhabitants shall quake, The antichristian powers, And Babylon the great shall shake Throughout her threat'ned towers. Page 30 Presaging that her time is come, Her retribution day, The chiefs of persecuting Rome Shall faint, and melt away: Horror the mighty men shall seize, Who sought thy church's harm, While all in silent awe confess The greatness of thine arm. Not one, till Israel is past o'er, Thy people shall molest, Till, led by thee, we reach the shore, And gain the land of rest; The land we surely shall possess, And never thence remove, Fixt on the mount of holiness, The mount of perfect love. Then wilt thou in the saints reside, And make their hearts thy throne, And shew the world thy spotless bride, And claim them for thine own; Then the believing world shall sing "The Lord his right obtains, Jesus is universal King, And God forever reigns." Hymn XIII. Britons, arise with one accord, And learn to glory in the Lord! The Lord from whom salvation came, Doth justly all your praises claim: With humble heart and thankful voice Rejoice aright, to God rejoice. God over all, thy work we praise, Reviv'd as in the antient days: