Wesley Corpus

Him they all a madman deem'd, Bold to scoff the Nazarene. 4 Hail, Galilean King! Thy humble state I sing ; Never shall my triumphs end ; Hail, derided Majesty ! Jesus, hail ! the sinner's Friend, Friend of Publicans, -- and me. HYMN 196. i,. m. INTO thy gracious hands I fall, And with the arms of faith embrace ; 0 King of Glory, hear my call ; O raise me, heal me, by thy grace ! Now righteous through thy wounds I am ; No condemnation now I dread ; 1 taste salvation in thy name, Alive in thee, my living Head. Still let thy wisdom be my guide, Nor take thy light from me away ; Still with me let thy grace abide, That I from thee may never stray : Let thy word richly in me dwell ; Thy peace and love my portion be ; My joy to' endure and do thy will, Till perfect I am found in thee. Arm me with thy whole armour, Lord ! Support my weakness with thy might ; Gird on my thigh thy conquering sword, And shield me in the threatening fight : From faith to faith, from grace to grace, So in thy strength shall I go on ; Till heaven and earth flee from thy lace, And glory end what grace begun. For Believers Rejoicing, 19o HYMN 197. 7's. 1 TTAPPY soul, who sees the day, ■* -*- The glad day of gospel grace ! Thee, my Lord, (thou then wilt say,) Thee will I for ever praise ; Though thy wrath against me burn'd, Thou dost comfort me again ; All thy wrath aside is turn'd, Thou hast blotted out my sin. 2 Ale, behold ! thy mercy spares ; Jesus my salvation is; Hence my doubts ; away my fears ; Jesus is become my peace : Jah, Jehovah, is my Lord, Ever merciful and just ; I will lean upon his word ; I will on his promise trust. 3 Strong I am, for he is strong; Just in righteousness divine : Lie is my triumphal song ; All he has, and is, is mine ; Mine -- and yours, whoe'er believe ; On his name whoe'er shall call, Freely shall his grace receive ; He is full of grace for all. 4 Therefore shall ye draw with joy