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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
3472.
[Now is the saints' salvation come]
Now is come salvation, and strength, and, &c.
—xii. 10–12.
Now is the saints' salvation come,
The strength that slays that beast of Rome,
The kingdom of our God below,
The power of Christ against our foe,
Which forces Satan to submit,
For ever bruised beneath our feet.
The strength that slays that beast of Rome,
The kingdom of our God below,
The power of Christ against our foe,
Which forces Satan to submit,
For ever bruised beneath our feet.
Now the old dragon is o'erthrown,
The' accuser of the saints cast down,
The grand deceiver of mankind,
Who brought their secret sins to mind,
And charged them at the bar of God,
Till cover'd with their Saviour's blood.
The' accuser of the saints cast down,
The grand deceiver of mankind,
Who brought their secret sins to mind,
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Till cover'd with their Saviour's blood.
But trusting in the martyr'd Lamb,
The witnesses their foe o'ercame,
The blood that calm'd their sprinkled hearts,
By that they quench'd his fiery darts,
And holding fast the sacred word
They slew him with the Spirit's sword.
The witnesses their foe o'ercame,
The blood that calm'd their sprinkled hearts,
By that they quench'd his fiery darts,
And holding fast the sacred word
They slew him with the Spirit's sword.
Arm'd with the dear Redeemer's mind
Their lives they cheerfully resign'd,
Ambitious of the torturing flame,
They show'd the power of Jesu's name,
Rejoiced their faithfulness to prove,
And paid Him back His dying love.
Their lives they cheerfully resign'd,
Ambitious of the torturing flame,
They show'd the power of Jesu's name,
Rejoiced their faithfulness to prove,
And paid Him back His dying love.
Sing, ye inhabitants of heaven,
The kingdom to Messias given,
To' extol the power of love Divine
Let all His saints and angels join,
(While endless ages roll along,)
And shout the Lamb's triumphant song.
The kingdom to Messias given,
To' extol the power of love Divine
Let all His saints and angels join,
(While endless ages roll along,)
And shout the Lamb's triumphant song.
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