Wesley Corpus

(A bright harmonious throng !) We long thy praises to repeat, And restless sing, around thy seat, The new, eternal song. J \\T HEN Israel out of Egypt came, * * And left the proud oppressor's land, Supported by the great I AM, Safe in the hollow of his hand, The Lord in Israel reign'd alone, And Judah was his favourite throne. 2 The sea beheld his power, and fled, Disparted by the wondrous rod ; Jordan ran backward to its head, And Sinai felt the' incumbent God ; The mountains skipp'd like frighted rams, The hills leap'd after them as lambs 1 3 What ail'd thee, O thou trembling sea ? What horror turn'd the river back ? Was nature's God displeased with thee ? And why should hills or mountains shake? Ye mountains huge, that skipp'd like rams ? Ye hills, that leap'd as frighted lambs ? 4 Earth! tremble on, with all thy sons, In presence of thy awful Lord, Whose power inverted nature owns ; Her only law his sovereign word For Believers Rejoicing. 217 He shakes the centre with his rod, And heaven bows down to Jacob's God. Creation, varied by his hand, The' omnipotent Jehovah knows ; The sea is turn'd to solid land, The rock into a fountain flows ; And all things, as they change, proclaim The Lord eternally the same. HYMN 224. 6-8's. 'LL praise my Maker while I 've breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God : he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train ; His truth for ever stands secure ; He saves the' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind ; The Lord supports the fainting mind ; He sends the labouring conscience peace ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I '11 praise him while he lends me breath ; And when my voice is lost in death,