Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-234
Words387
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Means of Grace Repentance
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 ; 4o4 For Believers Intercedin & 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 s 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,