The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley :: :: University of Virginia Library

Jesus, my Lord, on Thy great name
I still for help depend;
From sin, the world, and hell redeem,
And save me to the end.

The lion, ready to devour,
Would tear my soul and slay;
Ah! leave me not to Satan's power,
But spoil him of his prey.

Arise, O Lord, Thine arm make bare,
Confound the haughty pride
Of all my foes; in wrath declare
That Thou art on my side.

So shall the saints surround Thy throne
With joyful songs of praise;
For Israel's sake Thy servant own,
And save me by Thy grace.

Lift Thyself up, awake for me,
My cause in mercy plead;
Lead captive my captivity,
And make me free indeed.

Command iniquity to cease,
And make an end of sin;
'Stablish the just in righteousness,
And bring Thy nature in.

Succour and strength in God I have,
Who never will depart;
But keep, and to the utmost save,
The men of simple heart.

His righteousness I will proclaim,
His goodness glorify,
And celebrate the Saviour's name,
And praise the Lord most high.