Wesley Corpus

High as his mighty arm hath spread The starry heavens above our head, His bounteous love exceeds our praise, -- Surmounts the highest hopes we raise. Nor yet so far hath nature placed The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. How slowly doth his wrath arise ! On swiftest wings salvation flies ; And if he bids his anger burn, Soon shall his frowns to pity turn ! The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust ; And will no load of grief impose Beyond the strength that he bestows For his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure : From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. HYMN 594. 2-6'* §■ 4-7's. The Lord's Prayer. 1 T^ATHER of earth and sky, -■- Thy name we magnify : O that earth and heaven might join, Thy perfections to proclaim ; Praise the attributes divine, Fear and love thy awful name ! 2 When shall thy Spirit reign, In every heart of man ? Father, bring the kingdom near, Honour thy triumphant Son ; God of heaven, on earth appear, Fix with us thy glorious throne. «->50 Hymns of Adoration. 3 Thy good and holy will, Let all on earth fulfil ; Men with minds angelic vie, Saints below with saints above, Thee to praise and glorify, Thee to serve with perfect love. 4 This day with this day's bread Thy hungry children feed ; Fountain of all blessings, grant Now the manna from above ; Now supply our bodies' want, Now sustain our souls with love. 5 Our trespasses forgive : And when absolved we live, Thou our life of grace maintain ; Lest we from our God depart, Lose thy pardoning grace again, Grant us a forgiving heart. 6 In every fiery hour Display thy guardian power ; Near in our temptation stay, With sufficient strength defend ; Bring us through the evil day, Make us faithful to the end. 7 Father, by right divine Assert the kingdom thine ; Jesus, Power of God, subdue Thy own universe to thee ; Spirit of grace and glory too, Reign through all eternity. HYMN 595. c. m. Praise to the Redeemer. LUNGED in a gulf of dark despair We wretched sinners lay,