Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-121
Words394
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Scriptural Authority Works of Mercy
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. Sslo For Believers Rejoicing. HYMN 225. l.m. 1 T) RAISE ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise *- Your hearts and voices in his praise : His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames ; He counts their numbers, calls their names ; His wisdom 's vast, and knows no hound, A deep where all our thoughts are drown* d. 3 Sing to the Lord ; exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds along the sky : There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn : The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 5 What is the creature's skill or force ? The sprightly man, or warlike horse ? The piercing wit, the active limb ? All are too mean delights for him. () But saints are lovely in his sight, He views his children with delight ; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks and loves his image there. ETERNAL Wisdom ! Thee we praise, Thee the creation sings : With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace rings. Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky, How glorious to behold ! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, And stair'd with sparkling gold. For Believers Rejoicing. 219 3 There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circles run : There, the pale planet rules the night ; The day obeys the sun. 4 If down I turn my wondering eyes On clouds and storms below, Those under-regions of the skies Thy numerous glories show. 5 The noisy winds stand ready there Thy orders to obey ; With sounding wings they sweep the air, To make thy chariot way. 6 There, like a trumpet loud and strong, Thy thunder shakes our coast ; While the red lightnings wave along, The banners of thy host. 7 On the thin air, without a prop, Hang fruitful showers around ; At thy command they sink, and drop Their fatness on the ground.