Wesley Corpus

Yet, for the faithful remnant's sake, Thine utmost wrath awhile defer, If, haply, we at last may wake, And, trembling at destruction near, The cause of all our evils own, And leave the sins for which we groan. Or, if the wicked will not mourn, And 'scape the long-suspended blow, Yet shall it to thy glory turn, Yet shall they all thy patience know, Thy slighted love and mercy clear, And vindicate thy justice here. IM MonTAL King of kings, Whose favour or whose frown Monarchs and states to honour brings, Or turns them upside down : A WORD TO A PROTESTANT, To thee, in danger's hour, We for our Sov’reign cry: Protect him by thy gracious power, And set him up on high. Not by a mighty host Can he deliver'd be; Let others in their numbers trust, We look, O Lord, to thee. Help to thy servant send, And strengthen from above; And still thy minister defend By thine almighty love. The Spirit of thy grace Thy heavenly unction, shed, And hosts of guardian angels place Around his sacred head. Confound whoe'er oppose, Or force them to retire; Be thou a tower against his foes, Be thou a wall of fire. O bring him out of all His sanctified distress, And by his name thy servant call, And fill him with thy peace. Show him, almighty Lord, That thou his Saviour art; And speak the soul-converting word, “My son, give me thy heart l” 18?