Wesley Corpus

Of him that sits upon the throne ; And earth and heaven conspire to praise Jehovah, and his conquering Son. HYMN 281. 8'sf6's. ARE there not in the labourer's day Twelve hours, in which he safely may His calling's work pursue ? Though sin and Satan still are near, Nor sin nor Satan can 1 fear, With Jesus in my view. 27) For Believers Fighting. 2 Not all the powers of hell can fright A soul that walks with Christ in light : He walks, and cannot fall ; Clearly he sees, and wins his way, Shining unto the perfect day, And more than conquers all. 3 Light of the world ! thy beams I bless ! On thee, bright Sun of Righteousness, My faith hath fix'd its eye ; Guided by thee, through all I go, Nor fear the ruin spread below, For thou art always nigh. 4 Ten thousand snares my paths beset ; Yet will I, Lord, the work complete, Which thou to me hast given ; Regardless of the pains I feel, Close by the gates of death and hell, I urge my way to heaven. 5 Still will I strive, and labour still With humble zeal, to do thy will, And trust in thy defence : My soul into thy hands I give ; And, if he can obtain thy leave, Let Satan pluck me thence ! HYMN 282. 8's8f6's. BUT can it be, that I should prove For ever faithful to thy love, From sin for ever cease ? I thank thee for the blessed hope ; It lifts my drooping spirits up, It gives me back my peace. For Believers Fighting. £1 2 In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, Mighty, and merciful, and just ; Thy sacred word is past ; And I, who dare thy word receive, Without committing sin shall live, Shall live to God at last. 3 I rest in thine almighty power ; The name of Jesus is a tower, That hides my life above : Thou canst, thou wilt my Helper be ; My confidence is all in thee, The faithful God of Love. 4 While still to thee for help I call, Thou wilt not suffer me to fall, Thou canst not let me sin ; And thou shalt give me power to pray, Till all my sins are purged away,