3 Jesus' tremendous name

Put all our foes to flight!

Jesus, the meek, the angry Lamb,
A lion is in fight:

By all hell's host withstood,

We all hell's host o'erthrow;

And conquering them through Jesus' blood, We still to conquer go.

4 Our Captain leads us on;

He beckons from the skies, And reaches out a starry crown, And bids us take the prize: "Be faithful unto death; "Partake my victory;

"And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath, "And thou shalt reign with me.'

THAT I was as heretofore,

C. WESLEY,

When first sent forth in Jesus' name,

I rush'd through every open door,

And cried to all, "behold the Lamb!" Seiz'd the poor trembling slaves of sin, And urg'd the outcast to come in.

2 The God who kills and makes alive,
To me the quickening power impart;
Thy grace restore, thy work revive,

Retouch my lips, renew my heart;
Forth with a fresh commission send,
And all thy servant's steps attend.

3 [Give me the faith which can remove, And sink the mountain to a plain; Give me the childlike 'praying love,

That longs to build thine house again:
The love which once my heart o'erpower'd
And all my ardent soul devour'd.]

4 I would the precious time redeem,
And longer live for this alone,
To spend, and to be spent for them
Who have not yet my Saviour known;
Fully on these my mission prove,
And only breathe to breathe thy love.

5 My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,
Into thy blessed hands receive;
And let me live to preach thy word,
And let me for thy glory live,"
My every sacred moment spend,
In publishing the sinner's Friend. *

6 Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart,

With boundless charity divine: So shall I all my strength exert,

And love them with a zeal like thine;

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And lead them to thine open side,
The sheep for whom their shepherd died.

7 [Or if, to serve thy Church and thee,
Myself be offer'd up at last:

My soul, brought through the purple sea,
With those beneath the altar cast,
Shall take the palm to martyrs given,
And occupy a throne in heaven.]

HYMN DLXX.

I pray thee shew me thy Glory. Exod. xxxiii. 18.

C. WESLEY.

10 God, my hope, my heav'nly rest,

My all of happiness below,

Grant my importunate request,
To me, to me, thy goodness show;
Thy beatific face display,

The brightness of eternal day.

2 Before my faith's enlighten'd eyes,
Make all thy gracious goodness pass!
Thy goodness is the sight I prize;
O may I see thy smiling face!
Thy nature in my soul proclaim,
Reveal thy love, thy glorious name!

3 There, in the place beside thy throne,
Where all that find acceptance stand,
Receive me up into thy Son:

Cover me with thy mighty hand Set me upon the rock, and hide My soul in Jesus' wounded side.

4 O put me in the cleft; empower
My soul the glorious sight to bear!
Descend in this accepted hour;

Pass by me, and thy name declare:
Thy wrath withdraw, thy hand remove,
And show thyself the God of Love.

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HYMN DLXXI.:

Missionary Prospects; or, Gradual Increase of Grace. 1 Kings xviii. 44. Zach. iv. 10. .

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EE how great a flame aspires, Kindled by a spark of grace! Jesus' love the nations fires,

Sets the kingdoms on a blaze! To bring fire on earth he came; Kindled in some hearts it is; O that all might catch the flame, All partake the glorious bliss!

2 When he first the work begun,

Small and feeble was his day: Now the word doth swiftly run,

C. WESLEY.

Now it wins it's widening way:
More and more it spreads and grows,
Ever mighty to prevail;

Sin's strong holds it now o'erthrows,
Shakes the trembling gates of hell.

3 Sons of God, your Saviour praise;
He the door hath open'd wide;
He hath giv'n the word of grace,
Jesus' word is glorify'd;
Jesus mighty, to redeem,

He alone the work hath wrought;
Worthy is the work of him,

Him who spake a world from nought.

4 Saw ye not the cloud arise,
Little as a human hand?

Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land;
Lo! the promise of a showerd
Drops already from above;
But the Lord will shortly pour
All the Spirit of his love!

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HYMN DLXXII.

Submission to the Cross.

Rev. iii. 19.

C. WESLEY.

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OD of my life, how good, how wise
Thy judgments on my soul have been!

They were but mercies in disguise,
The painful remedies of sin:

How different now thy ways appear,
Most merciful, when most severe !