Wesley Corpus

And anger and hatred be o'er ; And envy and malice shall die, And discord afflict us no more. 5 No horrid alarum of war Shall break our eternal repose ; No sound of the trumpet is there, Where Jesus's Spirit o'erflows : Appeased by the charms of thy grace, We all shall in amity join; And kindly each other embrace, And love with a passion like thine. HYMN 221. 7\s- $ 6's. 1 A/FEET and right it is to sing, -^-▼A In every time and place, Glory to our heavenly King, The God of Truth and Grace : Join we then with sweet accord, All in one thanksgiving join ! Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be thine ! 2 Thee, the first-born sons of light, In choral symphonies, Praise by day, day without night, And never, never cease : For Believers Rejoicing. 2 ID Angels and archangels, all Praise the mystic Three in One ; Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall O'erwhelm'd before thy throne! 3 Vying with that happy choir, Who chant thy praise above, We on eagles' wings aspire, The wings of faith and love : Thee they sing, with glory crown'd ; TVe extol the slaughter'd Lamb ; Lower if our voices sound, Our subject is the same. 4 Father, God, thy love we praise, Which gave thy Son to die ; Jesus, full of truth and grace, Alike we glorify ; Spirit, Comforter divine, Praise by all to thee be given, Till we in full chorus join, And earth is turn'd to heaven. HYMN 222. 8'.v£6Y ! ar thee, ] T TOW happy, gracious Lord ! are we, A A Divinely drawn to follow Whose hours divided are, Betwixt the mount and multitude : Our day is spent in doing good, Our night in praise and prayer 2 With us no melancholy void, No period lingers unemploy'd, Or unimproved, below : Our weariness of life is gone, Who live to serve our God alone, And onlv thee to know ^lo For Believers Rejoicing. 3 The winter's night, and summer's day, GJide imperceptibly away, Too short to sing thy praise : Too few we find the happy hours, And haste to join those heavenly powers, In everlasting lays. 4 With all who chant thy Name on high, And, " Holy, Holy, Holy," cry,