A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-234 |
| Words | 387 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
Our want of faith supply :
Faith our strong protection be :
And godliness, with all its power,
'Stablish our posterity,
Till time shall be no more.
2 Let the Spirit of grace o'erflow
Our re-converted land :
Let the least and greatest know
And bow to thy command :
Wisdom, pure religious fear,
Our King's peculiar treasure prove,
Blest with piety sincere,
Inspired with humble love.
HYMN 465. c. m.
For the King,
SOV REIGN of all ! whose Will ordains
The powers on earth that be,
By whom our rightful monarch reigns,
Subject to none but thee ;
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2 Stir up thy power, appear, appear,
And for thy servant fight ;
Support thy great vicegerent here
And vindicate his riffht.
3 Lo ! in the arms of faith and prayer
We bear him to thy throne ;
Receive thy' own peculiar care,
The Lord's anointed one.
4 With favour look upon his face ;
Thy love's pavilion spread,
And watchful troops of angels place
Around his sacred head.
5 Guard him from all who dare oppose
Thy delegate and thee ;
From open and from secret foes,
From force and perfidy !
6 Confound whoe'er his ruin seek,
Or into friends convert :
Give him his adversaries' neck ;
Give him his people's heart.
7 Let us, for conscience' sake, revere
The man of thy right hand ;
Honour and love thine image here,
And bless his mild command.
8 Thou only didst the blessing give j
The glory, Lord, be thine :
Let all with thankful joy receive
The benefit divine.
9 To those, who thee in him obey,
The Spirit of grace impart :
His dear, his sacred burden lay
On every loyal heart.
10 Still let us pray, and never cease,
" Defend him, Lord, defend :
'Stablish his throne in glorious peace
And save him to the end ! "
For Believers Interceding . 435
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HYMN 466. 8'* §• 6's.
1 A NATION God delights to bless,
•**- Can all our raging foes distress,
Or hurt whom they surround ?
Hid from the general scourge we are,
Nor see the bloody waste of war,
Nor hear the trumpet's sound.
2 O might we, Lord ! the grace improve,
By labouring for the rest of love,