Wesley Corpus

2 They chant the splendours of thy name, Delighted with the wondrous theme ; And bid the world's wide realms admire The glories of the' almighty Sire, Whose throne all nature's wreck survives, Whose power through endless ages lives. 3 From thee, great God, while every eye Expectant waits the wish'd supply, Their bread proportion'd to the day Thy opening hands to each convey ; In every sorrow of the heart, Eternal mercy bears a part. 4 Who ask thine aid with heart sincere, Shall find thy succours ever near ; To Thee their prayer in each distress, Thy suffering servants, Lord, address ; And prove thee, verging on the grave, Nor slow to hear, nor weak to save. ''44 Hymns of Ado ra Hon . HYMN 586. l. m. The Condescension of God. 1 INTERNAL depth of love divine, *-** In Jesus, God with us, display'd How bright thy beaming glories shine How wide thy healing streams are spreau ! 2 With whom dost thou delight to dwell ? Sinners, a vile and thankless race ; O God, what tongue aright can tell How vast thy love, how great thy grace ' 3 The dictates of thy sovereign will With joy our grateful hearts receive : All thy delight in us fulfil ; Lo ! all we are to thee we give. 4 To thy sure love, thy tender care, Our flesh, soul, spirit, we resign ; O fix thy sacred presence there, And seal the' abode for ever thine. 5 O King of glory, thy rich grace Our feeble thought surpasses far ; Yea, even our crimes, though numberless, Less numerous than thy mercies are. 6 Still, Lord, thy saving health display, And arm our souls with heavenly zeal ; So fearless shall we urge our way Through all the powers of earth and hell. HYMN 587. c. m. The Goodness of God. 1 ET every tongue thy goodness speak, *-* Thou sovereign Lord of all ; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. K2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distress'd, Hymns of Adoration. 545 Beneath the proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 3 The Lord supports our infant days, And guides our giddy youth ; Holy and just are all thy ways, And all thy words are truth. 4 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel,