Wesley Corpus

Letters 1726

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typeletter
YearNone
Passage IDjw-letters-1726-003
Words359
Reign of God Trinity Catholic Spirit
As far as I have ever observed, I never knew a college besides ours, whereof the members were so perfectly satisfied with one another and so inoffensive to the other part of the University. All I have yet seen of the Fellows are both well-natured and well-bred; men admirably disposed as well to preserve peace and good neighborhood among themselves, as to promote it wherever else they have any acquaintance. By a cool fountain's flow'ry side The fair Celinda lay; Her looks increased the summer's pride, Her eyes the blaze of day. Quick through the air to this retreat A bee industrious flew, Prepared to rifle every sweet Under the balmy dew. Drawn by the fragrance of her breath, Her rosy lips he found; There in full transport sucked in death, And dropt upon the ground. Enjoy, blest bee, enjoy thy fate, Nor at thy fall repine; Each god would quit his blissful state, To share a death like thine. [Priestley's Letters, p. 3.] On God supreme our hope depends, Whose omnipresent sight Even to the pathless realms extends Of uncreated night. Plunged in the abyss of deep distress, To Him we raise our cry; His mercy bids our sorrows cease, And fills our tongue with joy. Though earth her ancient seat forsake, By pangs convulsive torn; Though her self-balanced fabric shake, And ruined nature mourn; Though hills be in the ocean lost, With all their shaggy load,- No fear shall e'er molest the just, Or shake his trust in God. What though the ungoverned, wild abyss His fires tumultuous pours; What though the watery legions rise And lash the affrighted shores; What though the trembling mountains nod, Nor stand the rolling war,- Sion, secure, enjoys the flood, Loud echoing from afar. The God Most High on Sion's hill Has fixed His sure abode; I Nor dare the impetuous waves assail The city of our God. Nations remote and realms unknown In vain reject His sway; For, lo! Jehovah's voice is shown, And earth shall melt away. Let war's devouring surges rise And rage on every side, The Lord of Hosts our refuge is And Jacob's God our guide.