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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
CLXXIV. AFTER A DELIVERANCE FROM DEATH BY THE FALL OF AN HOUSE.
Glory and thanks to God we give!
Our sacred hairs are number'd all,
Not one, we find, without His leave,
Not one unto the ground can fall.
Our sacred hairs are number'd all,
Not one, we find, without His leave,
Not one unto the ground can fall.
How blest whom Jesus calls His own,
How quiet, and secure from harms!
The adversary cast us down,
The Saviour caught us in His arms.
How quiet, and secure from harms!
The adversary cast us down,
The Saviour caught us in His arms.
'Twas Jesus check'd his straiten'd chain,
And curb'd the malice of our foe,
Allow'd to touch our flesh with pain,
No farther could the murderer go.
And curb'd the malice of our foe,
Allow'd to touch our flesh with pain,
No farther could the murderer go.
'Twas Jesus raised our bodies up,
And stronger by our fall we stand;
Our life is hid with Christ our Hope,
Hid in the hollow of His hand.
And stronger by our fall we stand;
Our life is hid with Christ our Hope,
Hid in the hollow of His hand.
We rest in His protection here;
But languish for the final day,
When Christ shall in the clouds appear,
And heaven and earth shall pass away.
But languish for the final day,
When Christ shall in the clouds appear,
And heaven and earth shall pass away.
The great archangel's trump shall sound,
(While twice ten thousand thunders roar,)
Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,
And make the greedy sea restore.
(While twice ten thousand thunders roar,)
Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,
And make the greedy sea restore.
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The greedy sea shall yield her dead,
The earth no more her slain conceal,
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,
And shrink to see a yawning hell.
The earth no more her slain conceal,
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,
And shrink to see a yawning hell.
But we who now our Lord confess,
And faithful to the end endure,
Shall stand in Jesu's righteousness,
Stand as the Rock of Ages sure.
And faithful to the end endure,
Shall stand in Jesu's righteousness,
Stand as the Rock of Ages sure.
We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
And mountains are on mountains hurl'd,
Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,
And smile to see a burning world.
And mountains are on mountains hurl'd,
Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,
And smile to see a burning world.
See the celestial bodies roll
In spires of smoke beneath our feet!
They shrivel as a parchment scroll!
The' elements melt with fervent heat!
In spires of smoke beneath our feet!
They shrivel as a parchment scroll!
The' elements melt with fervent heat!
The earth and all the works therein
Dissolves by raging flames destroy'd,
While we survey the awful scene,
And mount above the fiery void.
Dissolves by raging flames destroy'd,
While we survey the awful scene,
And mount above the fiery void.
By faith we now transcend the skies,
And on that ruin'd world look down,
By love above all height we rise,
And share the everlasting throne.
And on that ruin'd world look down,
By love above all height we rise,
And share the everlasting throne.
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