015 Thanksgiving For Her Deliverance (Stanza 2)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-stanza |
| Year | 1741 |
| Passage ID | cw-015-thanksgiving-for-her-deliverance-stanza-02 |
| Words | 168 |
21“Gave” changed to “given” in 4th edn. (1748) and following.
Thou hast shewn thyself the stronger,
Still go on,
Put it down,
Let it stand no longer.
Overturn it, overturn it,
Down with it,
Let the feet
Of thy servants spurn it.
Surely now the charm is broken:
Thou hast shewn,
To thine own,
Thou hast gave a token.
Is there any divination
Against those,
Thou hast chose
Heirs of thy salvation?
Thou hast bought, and thou wilt have us:
Who shall harm,
When thine arm
Is stretch’d out to save us?
Hell in vain against us rages,
Can it shock
Christ the Rock
Of eternal ages!
Satan, wilt thou now defy us?
Is not aid
For us laid
On our great Messias?
Past is thine oppressive hour:
Where’s thy boast,
Baffled, lost,
Where is now thy power?
Serpent, see in us thy bruiser,
Feel his power,
Fly before
Us, thou foul accuser.
Thou no longer shalt oppress us:
Triumph we
Over thee,
In the name of Jesus.