The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Thee will I praise with all my heart,
And tell mankind how good Thou art,
How marvellous Thy works of grace;
Thy name I will in songs record,
And joy and glory in my Lord,
Extoll'd above all thanks and praise.

When Thou hast put my foes to flight,
They all shall feel Thine utmost might,
And lose their being with their power:
My foes shall at Thy presence fall,
My sins shall fade, and perish all,
My sins shall die to live no more.

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For Thou, O Lord, my cause hast gain'd,
My right to pardoning love maintain'd,
And clear'd me at Thy gracious throne:
Thy speaking blood pronounced me free;
My sins Thou hast condemn'd, not me,—
Condemn'd to death my sins alone.

Thou hast, in holy souls, destroy'd
The world of evil, and its god
For ever and for ever slain;
The foul original stain effaced,
Its being and its name erased,
Nor let one seed of sin remain.

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Satan, thy reigning hour is past,
Thy rage which laid whole cities waste,
Their souls thou shalt no longer slay;
Destroy'd is thy destroying power;
For sin exists in saints no more,
Its relics all are swept away.

But Jesus shall for ever reign,
His throne in righteousness maintain;
His throne for judgment is prepared,
And all mankind at that great bar
Shall stand, and meet their sentence there,
Their fearful doom, or vast reward.

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The Lord will save His people here;
In times of need their help is near,
To all by sin and hell oppress'd;
And they that know Thy name will trust
In Thee, who to Thy promise just,
Hast never left a soul distress'd.

A helpless soul that looks to Thee
Is sure at last Thy face to see,
And all Thy goodness to partake;
The sinner, who for Thee doth grieve,
And longs, and labours to believe,
Thou never, never wilt forsake.

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Sing to the Lord unceasing praise,
Who dwells among the faithful race,
His glorious works to all declare;
He at His people's cry shall come,
Their foes to swift destruction doom,
And answer all their humble prayer.

Hear Thou, O Lord, and succour me,
Regard my helpless misery:
Thou from the gates of death shalt raise,
That I within Thy courts may sing
My God, my Conqueror, and my King,
And show forth all Thy mercies' praise.

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I glory in Thy power to save,
My foes are sunk into the grave
Their malice had for me prepared,
Their foot is snared in their own net;
The nations who their God forget
Shall find in hell their just reward.

The Lord is by His judgments known;
He helps His poor afflicted one,
His sorrows all He bears in mind;
The mourner shall not always weep,
Who sows in tears in joy shall reap,
With grief who seeks with joy shall find.

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Now, Lord, in our behalf arise,
Humble Thy church's enemies,
Their vain designs at once o'erthrow,
The heathen at Thy bar arraign,
Adjudge them here to wholesome pain,
That they themselves and Thee may know.

Bring forth the weapons of Thy war,
And let Thy red-wing'd lightnings glare,
And send Thy thunderbolts abroad,
And all their souls with awe affright,
And show them in Thy judgments' light
They are but men, and Thou art God.

University of Virginia Library

PSALM IX.

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