Wesley Corpus

race ; The dumb they are talking Of Jesus's grace. 4 The deaf hear his voice, And comforting word ; It bids them rejoice In Jesus their Lord : "Thy sins are forgiven, Accepted thou art;" They listen, and heaven Springs up in their heart. 5 The lepers from all Their spots are made clean ; The dead by his call Are raised from their sin ; In Jesu's compassion The sick find a cure ; And gospel salvation Is preach'd to the poor. 6 To us and to them Is publish'd the word : Then let us proclaim Our life-giving Lord, Who now is reviving His work in our days, And mightily striving To save us by grace. 7 O Jesus, ride on, Till all are subdued ; Thy mercy make known, And sprinkle thy blood ; Display thy salvation, And teach the new song To every nation, And people, and tongue. 3. Describing Death. HYMN 41. c. m. 1 f^\ GOD ! our help in ages past, ^^ Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home : 2 Under the shadow of thy throne, Still may we dwell secure ; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood, And lost in following years. 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 7 O God ! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Be thou our guard while life shall last, And our perpetual home. HYMN 42. cm. 1 nr^HEK we adore, eternal Name! A And humbly own to thee, Describing Death. 45 How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms we be ! 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As days and months increase ; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away