Wesley Corpus

Thy heavenly kingdom then restore, Command that war be learnt no more, Pronounce the sacred number seal'd, The mystery of God fulfil'd; And Jesus shall his sway maintain, And GLORY shall for ever reign. Hymn VI. 'Tis of thy mercy Lord, That we are not consum'd, By hostile fire and sword, To sure destruction doom'd; But snatch'd as brands out of the flame, To magnify our Saviour's name. Jesus, thy name alone To us salvation brought, Thy outstretch'd arm, we own, The great deliverance wrought, Whoe'er accomplish'd thy decree, The praise entire belongs to thee. Thy power was on our side, When fiends against us rose, And stem'd the furious tide, And baffled all our foes; Crush'd the design which could not fail, And quench'd the fiery darts of hell. Our cities in a blaze Extinguish'd by thy word, The providence confess Of an Almighty Lord; Page 10 'Scaped as a bird from Satan's snare, We live thy glory to declare. O that our lives may tell The virtues of thy name, And every Briton feel From whence his safety came, And find redemption in that blood Which quench'd the fiery wrath of God! Saved from the burning pit, The death that never dies, We then our God shall meet Above the flaming skies, In everlasting songs to praise The wonders of redeeming grace. Hymn VII. Upon Notice Sent One that His House was Marked. In vain doth the assassin dark, This house for desolation mark, Protected by the scarlet sign, Already mark'd with blood divine; His idle threatnings we defy, For the destroyer must pass by. The Lord most high is our defence, Our trust is in omnipotence; His name our adamantine tower; Jehovah's wisdom, truth and power, Jesus, beneath thy shade, we dwell, And laugh at all the leagues of hell. Page 11 Hymn VIII. Thou God who hearst the prayer Presented thro' thy Son, The man that bears thy character, And fills the British throne, Into thine arms receive, And fashion'd to thy mind Our nation's joy, long may he live A blessing to mankind. Thou dost the malice know, And causeless enmity, Which all the sons of Belial show To one set up by thee: Thou seest what they intend, Who traiterously presume To stile our blacken'd king the friend Of antichristian Rome.