Wesley Corpus

Of him that sits upon the throne ; And earth and heaven conspire to praise Jehovah, and his conquering Son. HYMN 281. 8's&f6's. ARE there not in the labourer's day Twelve hours, in which he safely may His calling's work pursue ? Though sin and Satan still are near, Nor sin nor Satan can 1 fear, With Jesus in my view. *27\) For Believers Fighting. 2 Not all the powers of hell can fright A soul that walks with Christ in light : He walks, and cannot fall ; Clearly he sees, and wins his way, Shining unto the perfect day, And more than conquers all. 3 Light of the world ! thy beams I bless ! On thee, bright Sun of Righteousness, My faith hath fix'd its eye ; Guided by thee, through all I go, Nor fear the ruin spread below, For thou art always nigh. 4 Ten thousand snares my paths beset ; Yet will I, Lord, the work complete, Which thou to me hast given ; Regardless of the pains I feel, Close by the gates of death and hell, I urge my way to heaven. 5 Still will I strive, and labour still With humble zeal, to do thy will, And trust in thy defence : My soul into thy hands I give ; And, if he can obtain thy leave, Let Satan pluck me thence ! HYMN 282. 8's8f6's. BUT can it be, that I should prove For ever faithful to thy love, From sin for ever cease ? I thank thee for the blessed hope ; It lifts my drooping spirits up, It gives me back my peace. For Believers Fighting. £1\ 2 In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, Mighty, and merciful, and just ; Thy sacred word is past ; And I, who dare thy word receive, Without committing sin shall live, Shall live to God at last. 3 I rest in thine almighty power ; The name of Jesus is a tower, That hides my life above : Thou canst, thou wilt my Helper be ; My confidence is all in thee, The faithful God of Love. 4 While still to thee for help I call, Thou wilt not suffer me to fall, Thou canst not let me sin ; And thou shalt give me power to pray, Till all my sins are purged away,