Wesley Corpus

A Collection of Hymns (1780)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1780
Passage IDcw-hymns-1780-337
Words400
Sourcehttps://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html
Free Will
-■^ Though Satan rage, and kingdoms rise • He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies. 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought ; And Jacob's God is still our aid : bo +* The Kingdom Behold the works his hand hath wrought! What desolations he hath made ! 3 From sea to sea, through all their shores, He makes the noise of battle eease ; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear ; Chariots he burns with heavenly flame : Keep silence, all the earth, and hear The sound and glory of his name : 5 " Be still, and learn that I am God Exalted over all the lands ; I will be known and fear'd abroad ; For still my throne in Sion stands." 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King ! While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall rest secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of hell. " Be thou exulted in the whole earth" 1 A RM of the Lord, awake, awake, ^*- The terrors of the Lord display ; Out of their sins the nations shake, Tear their vain confidence away; Conclude them all in unbelief, And fill their hearts with sacred grief 2 Of judgment now the world convince, The end of Jesu's coming show ; To sentence their usurping prince, Him and his works destroy below ; To finish and abolish sin, And bring the heavenly nature in. 3 Then the whole earth again shall rest, And see its paradise restored; of Christ. 633 Then every soul, in Jesus blest, Shall bear the image of its Lord, Jn finish' d holiness renew'd, Immeasurably fill'd with God. 4 O vvouldst thou bring the final scene, Accomplish the redeeming plan, Thy great millennial reign begin ; That everv ransom'd child of man, That every soul, may bow the knee, And rise to reign with God in thee ! HYMN 697. I- m. Psalm lxxii. 1 TESUS shall reign where'er the sun *J Doth his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head ; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.