Wesley Corpus

It saves me from falling, Or plucks me from hell 4 O who can explain This struggle for life ! This travail and pain, This trembling and strife! Plague, earthquake, and famine, And tumult, and war, The wonderful coming Of Jesus declare ! 5 For every fight Is dreadful and loud ! The warrior's delight Is slaughter and blood, His foes overturning, Till all shall expire, -- But this is with burning, And fuel of fire. b* Yet God is above Men, devils, and sin ; My Jesus's love The battle shall win : So terribly glorious His coming shall be, His love all-victorious Shall conquer for me. For Believers Fighting Zv)\ 7 He all shall break through ; His truth and his grace Shall bring me into The plentiful place, Through much tribulation, Through water and fire, Through floods of temptation, And flames of desire. 8 On Jesus, my power, Till then I rely ; All evil before His presence shall fly : When I have my Saviour, My sin shall depart, And Jesus for ever Shall reign in my heart. - HYMN 274. Ts&f&s. 1 f~\ MY old, my bosom-foe, *^-J Rejoice not over me ! Oft-times thou hast laid me low, And wounded mortally ; Yet thy prey thou could' st not keep Jesus, when I lowest fell, Heard me cry out of the deep. And brought me up from hell. 2 Foolish world, thy shouts forbear, Till thou hast won the day ; Could thy wisdom keep me there, When in thy hands I lay ? If my heart to thee incline, Christ again shall set it free ! I am his, and he is mine To all eternity. 3 Satan, cease thy empty boast,' And give thy triumphs o'er ; Still thou seest I am not lost, While Jesus can restore : Though through thy deceit I fall, Surely I shall rise again : Christ my King is over all, And I with him shall reign. 262 Tbr Believers Fighting. 4 O my three-fold enemy ! To whom I long did bow, See your lawful captive, see, No more your captive now ! Now before my face ye fly ; More than conqueror now I am ; Sin, the world, and hell defy, In Jesu's powerful name. HYMN 2/5. c. m. 1 r I ^HE Lord unto my Lord hath said,