Wesley Corpus

Wesley Collected Works Vol 11

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typetreatise
YearNone
Passage IDjw-wesley-collected-works-vol-11-219
Words389
Reign of God Christology Catholic Spirit
‘The life which I now live,” let me ‘live by faith in the Son of God. Let me so believe, that I may ‘love thee with all my heart, and mind, and soul, and strength;’ and that I may love every child of man, even ‘as thou hast loved us!’ Let me daily ‘add to my faith courage, knowledge, temperance, patience, brotherly kind mess, charity; that so an entrance may be ministered to me abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.’” REGARD, thou righteous God, and true, Regard thy weeping people's prayer, Before the sword our land go through, Before thy latest plague we bear, Let all to thee, their Smiter, turn, Let all beneath thine anger mourn. The sword, which first bereaved abroad, We now within our borders see ; We see, but slight, thy nearer rod : So oft, so kindly, warn'd by thee, We still thy warning love despise, And dare thine utmost wrath to rise. 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.