Wesley Corpus

To Be Sung in a Tumult Source: Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740), Part I Author: Charles Wesley (attributed) --- And now their idle fury view, And now behold their threatnings, Lord; Behold thy faithful servants too, And strengthen us to speak thy word. Embolden by thine out-stretch’d arm, Fill us with confidence divine, With heavenly zeal our bosoms warm, That all may own, the work is thine; May see the tokens of thy hand, Its sovereign grace, its healing power, No more their happiness withstand, And fight against their God no more. Now let their opposition cease, Now let them catch the quick’ning flame, And forc’d to yield, the signs increase, The wonders wrought by Jesu’s name. To Be Sung in a Tumult. Earth rejoice, the Lord is King! Sons of men, his praises sing; Sing ye in triumphant strains, Jesus our Messiah reigns! Power is all to Jesus given, Lord of hell, and earth, and heaven, Every knee to him shall bow-- Satan hear, and tremble now! Roaring lion, own his power: Us thou never canst devour, Pluck’d we are out of thy teeth, Sav’d by Christ from hell and death. Tho’ thou bruise in us his heel, Sorer vengeance shalt thou feel: Christ, the woman’s conqu’ring seed, Christ in us shall bruise thy head. Tho’ the floods lift up their voice, Calm we hear thy children’s noise: Horribly they rage in vain; God is mightier than man. Jesus greater we proclaim, Him in us, than thee in them: Thee their god he overpowers; Thou art theirs, and Christ is ours. Strong in Christ we thee defy, Dare thee all thy force to try, Work in them, the slaves of sin, Stir up all thy hell within: All thy hosts to battle bring: Shouts in us a stronger King, Lifts our hearts and voices high-- Hark, the morning-stars reply! Angels and archangels join, All triumphantly combine, All in Jesu’s praise agree, Carrying on his victory. Tho’ the sons of night blaspheme, More there are with us than them, God with us, we cannot fear:-- Fear, ye fiends, for Christ is here! Lo! To faith’s inlightned sight All the mountain flames with light! Hell is nigh, but God is nigher, Circling us with hosts of fire. Our Messias is come down, Points us to the victor’s crown, Bids us take our seats above, More than conqu’rors in his love. Yes; the future work is done, Christ the Saviour reigns alone, Forces Satan to submit, Bruises him beneath our feet.