Wesley Corpus

Nature answers from within ; He is my own wickedness, My own besetting sin. 3 In the strength of Jesu's name, I with the monster fight ; Feeble and unarm'd I am, But Jesus is my might : Mindful of his mercies past, Still I trust the same to prove ; Still my helpless soul I cast On his redeeming love. 4 With my sling and stone I go To fight the Philistine ; God hath said it shall be so, And I shall conquer sin : On his promise I rely, Trust in an Almighty Lord ; Sure to win the victory, For he hath spoke the word. 5 In the strength of God I rise, I run to meet my foe ; Faith the word of power applies. And lays the giant low : Faith in Jesu's conquering name Slings the sin-destroying stone Points the word's unerring aim, And brings the monster down. 6 Rise, ye men of Israel, rise, Your routed foe pursue ; Shout his praises to the skies, Who conquers sin for you : For Believers Fighting. 267 Jesus doth for you appear, He his conquering grace affords ; Saves you, not with sword and spear, The hattle is the Lord's. Every day the Lord of Hosts His mighty power displays ; Stills the proud Philistine's boast, The threat'ning Gittite slays : Israel's God let all below Conqueror over sin proclaim ; O that all the earth might know The power of Jesu's name ! HYMN 279. l. m. 1 OHALL I, for fear of feeble man, ^ The Spirit's course in me restrain ? -- Or, undismay'd in deed and word, Be a true witness for my Lord ? 2 Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I Conceal the word of God most hi«h ? How then before thee shall I dare To stand, or how thine anger bear ? 3 Shall I, to soothe the' unholy throng, Soften thy truths, and smooth my tongue, To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee The cross, endured, my God, by thee ? 4 What then is he whose* scorn I dread, Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid ? A man ! an heir of death ! a slave To sin ! a bubble on the wave !