Wesley Corpus

O'er a parch'd and weary land As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been, In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin : 0 how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour ! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy power. First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun ; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun : Weary, parch'd with thirst, and faint, Till thou the' abiding Spirit breathe Every moment, Lord, I want The merit of thy death. Never shall I want it less, When thou the gift hast given, Fill'd me with thy righteousness, And seal'd the heir of heaven : 1 shall hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see ; Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee. HYMN 293. l. m. 1 TESUS, my King, to thee I bow, *J Enlisted under thy command ; Captain of my salvation, thou Shalt lead me to the promised land. 2o2 For Believers Fighting. 2 Thou hast a great deliverance wrought, The staff from off my shoulder broke ; Out of the house of bondage brought, And freed me from the' Egyptian yoke. 3 O'er the vast howling wilderness, To Canaan's bounds thou hast me led ; Thou bidd'st me now the land possess, And on thy milk and honey feed. 4 I see an open door of hope ; Legions of sin in vain oppose ; Bold I with thee, my Head, march up, And triumph o'er a world of foes. 5 Gigantic lusts come forth to fight, I mark, disdain, and all break through ; I tread them down in Jesu's might, Through Jesus I can all things do. 6 Lo ! the tall sons of Anak rise ! Who can the sons of Anak meet ? Captain, to thee I lift mine eyes, And, lo ! they fall beneath my feet. 7 Passion, and appetite, and pride, (Pride, my old, dreadful, tyrant-foe,) I see cast down on every side, And, conquering, I to conquer go. 8 My Lord in my behalf appears ; Captain, thy strength-inspiring eye Scatters my doubts, dispels my fears, And makes the host of aliens fly.