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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN XIV. FOR THE SAME.
[Still in the arms of faith and prayer]
Still in the arms of faith and prayer,
(The prayer that shuts and opens heaven,)
Thy champion to Thy throne we bear;
To him the farther grace be given;
Saved from his foes, persist to bless,
And save him from his own success.
(The prayer that shuts and opens heaven,)
Thy champion to Thy throne we bear;
To him the farther grace be given;
Saved from his foes, persist to bless,
And save him from his own success.
While distant climes resound his name,
And raise his glory to the skies,
O might he all the praise disclaim,
Little, and mean in his own eyes,
And prostrate in the dust submit
To lay his laurels at Thy feet.
And raise his glory to the skies,
O might he all the praise disclaim,
Little, and mean in his own eyes,
And prostrate in the dust submit
To lay his laurels at Thy feet.
Far from his generous bosom chase
That cruel insolence of power,
Which tramples on the human race,
Restless to have, and conquer more,
While bold above the clouds to' ascend,
The hero sinks into a fiend.
That cruel insolence of power,
Which tramples on the human race,
Restless to have, and conquer more,
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The hero sinks into a fiend.
Thou by the Christian hero stand,
And guard the issues of his heart;
Let mercy all his powers command,
Mercy his inmost soul convert,
Mercy, which came from heaven, to find,
To die for—him, and all mankind.
And guard the issues of his heart;
Let mercy all his powers command,
Mercy his inmost soul convert,
Mercy, which came from heaven, to find,
To die for—him, and all mankind.
The sword, which he reluctant drew,
O may he soon rejoice to sheathe,
And rendering Thee the glory due,
Sole Arbiter of life and death,
His Saviour, and the world's confess,
And triumph in eternal peace.
O may he soon rejoice to sheathe,
And rendering Thee the glory due,
Sole Arbiter of life and death,
His Saviour, and the world's confess,
And triumph in eternal peace.
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