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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 202-203. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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ACTS iv . 29. I. CAPTAIN of my Salvation , hear ! Stir up thy Strength and bow the Skies Be Thou the GOD of Battles near ; In all thy Majesty arise ! II . The Day , the dreadful Day's at hand ! In Battle cover Thou my Head : Past is thy Word : I here demand , And confident expect thine Aid . III . Now arm me for the threatning Fight Now let thy Power descend from high , Triumphant in thy Spirit's Might So shall I every Foe defy . IV . I ask thy Help ; by Thee sent forth Thy glorious Gospel to proclaim , Be Thou my Mouth , and shake the Earth , And spread by Me thy awful Name . V. Steel me to Shame , Reproach , Disgrace , Arm me with all thy Armour now , Set like a Flint my steady Face , Harden to Adamant my Brow . VI . Bold may I wax , exceeding bold My high Commission to perform , Nor shrink thy harshest Truths t' unfold , But more than meet the gathering Storm . VII . Adverse to Earth's rebellious Throng , Still may I turn my fearless Face , Stand as an Iron Pillar strong , And stedfast as a Wall of Brass . VIII . Give me thy Might , Thou GOD of Power ; Then let or Men or Fiends assail ! Strong in thy Strength , I'll stand a Tower Impregnable to Earth or Hell .