Wesley Corpus

In a Storm Source: Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740), Part I Author: Charles Wesley (attributed) --- Infinite God, thy greatness spann’d These heavens, and meted out the skies, Lo! In the hollow of thy hand, The measur’d waters sink and rise! Thee to perfection who can tell? Earth, and her sons beneath thee lie Lighter than dust within thy scale, --Less than nothing in thine eye. Yet in thy Son divinely great, We claim thy providential care. Boldly we stand before thy seat, Our Advocate hath placed us there. With him we are gone up on high, Since he is ours, and we are his; With him we reign above the sky, Yet walk upon our subject seas. We boast of our recover’d pow’rs, Lords are we of the lands, and floods, And earth, and heaven, and all is ours, And we are Christ’s, and Christ is God’s! In a Storm. Glory to thee, whose powerful word, Bids the tempestuous wind arise, Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies! Let air, and earth, and skies obey, And seas thy awful will perform: From them we learn to own thy sway, And shout to meet the gathering storm. What tho’ the floods lift up their voice, Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry; They cannot damp thy children’s joys, Or shake the soul, when God is nigh. Headlong we cleave the yawning deep, And back to highest heaven are born, Unmov’d, tho’ rapid whirlwinds sweep, And all the watry world upturn. Roar on, ye waves! Our souls defie Your roaring to disturb our rest, In vain t’ impair the calm ye try, The calm in a believer’s breast. Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries, Thou sea, the servant of his will: Rise, while our God permits thee, rise; But fall, when he shall say, “Be still!”