A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the People Called Methodists/727-749

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A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the People Called Methodists by John Wesley
Supplement, Section III.6.: The Lord Jesus Christ: His Kingdom

727. Jesu, my God and King[edit]

2-6s & 4-7s.

Jesu, my God and King,
Thy regal state I sing!
Thou, and only thou, art great,
  High thine everlasting throne;
Thou the sovereign Potentate,
  Blessed, immortal, thou alone.

Essay your choicest strains,
The King Messiah reigns!
Tune your harps, celestial choir,
  Joyful all your voices raise;
Christ, than earth-born monarchs higher,
  Sons of men and angels, praise!

Hail your dread Lord and ours,
Dominions, thrones, and powers!
Source of power, he rules alone:
  Veil your eyes, and prostrate fall;
Cast your crowns before his throne,
  Hail the Cause, the Lord of all!

Let earth's remotest bound
With echoing joys resound;
Christ to praise let all conspire;
  Praise doth all to Christ belong:
Shout, ye first-born sons of fire!
  Earth, repeat the glorious song!

Worthy, O Lord, art thou,
That every knee shall bow,
Every tongue to thee confess,
  Universal nature join,
Strong and mighty, thee to bless,
  Gracious, merciful, benign!

Wisdom is due to thee,
And might, and majesty;
Thee in mercy rich we prove;
  Glory, honour, praise, receive;
Worthy thou of all our love,
  More than all we pant to give.

Justice and truth maintain
Thine everlasting reign:
One with thine almighty Sire,
  Partner of an equal throne,
King of saints, let all conspire
  Gratefully thy sway to own!


728. Earth, rejoice, our Lord is King[edit]

7s.

Earth, rejoice, our Lord is King!
Sons of men, his praises sing;
Sing ye in triumphant strains,
Jesus the Messiah reigns!

Power is all to Jesus given,
Lord of hell, and earth, and heaven,
Every knee to him shall bow;
Satan, hear, and tremble now!

Angels and archangels join,
All triumphantly combine,
All in Jesu's praise agree,
Carrying on his victory.

Though the sons of night blaspheme,
More there are with us than them;
God with us, we cannot fear;
Fear, ye fiends, for Christ is here!

Lo! to faith's enlightened sight,
All the mountain flames with light,
Hell is nigh, but God is nigher,
Circling us with hosts of fire.

Christ the Saviour is come down,
Points us to the victor's crown,
Bids us take our seats above,
More than conquerors in his love.


747. From Greenland's icy mountains[edit]

7 6, 7 6, 7 6.

[A hymn originally composed by Reginald Heber. —Ed.]

From Greenland's icy mountains,
  From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
  Roll down their golden sand,
From many an ancient river,
  From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
  Their land from error's chain.

What though the spicy breezes
  Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
  And only man is vile!
In vain with lavish kindness
  The gifts of God are strewn;
The heathen in his blindness
  Bows down to wood and stone.

Can we, whose souls are lighted
  With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
  The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
  The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
  Has learnt Messiah's name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
  And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
  It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature,
  The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
  In bliss returns to reign.


This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.