Scripture Verse

I will sing unto the Lord, for He hath triumphed gloriously: the horse and his rider hath He thrown into the sea. The Lord is my strength and song, and He is become my salvation. Exodus 15:1–2


Johann M. Haydn

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for Those That Seek and Those That Have Re­dem­ption in the Blood of Je­sus Christ 1747.

Music: Wor­ship (Hay­dn) Jo­hann M. Hay­dn (1737–1806) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Charles Wesley


One of the fierc­est ri­ots Charles Wes­ley ev­er faced was that at De­vizes in Feb­ru­a­ry, 1747. The Rev. John Mer­i­ton, a cler­gy­man from the Isle of Man, who died in 1753 and spent his last years in ac­com­pa­ny­ing and help­ing the Wes­leys, was his com­pan­ion.

The mob sur­round­ed the house where they were stay­ing, broke the win­dows, tore down the shut­ters, blocked the door with a wagon. Next day they poured wa­ter on the house with a hose. A con­st­able carr­ied this off, but they ob­tained the larger en­gine, flood­ed the rooms, and de­stroyed the fur­ni­ture. The mob un­tiled the roof that they might get hold of the Me­tho­dist preach­er.

At last the friends mount­ed their hors­es, and were es­cort­ed out of the town by the con­st­able and his pos­se. ‘We rode a slow pace up the street, the whole mul­ti­tude pour­ing along on both sides, and at­tend­ing us with loud ac­clam­a­tions. Such fierce­ness and di­a­bol­i­cal mal­ice I had not seen in hu­man fac­es. We felt great peace and ac­qui­es­cence in the hon­our done us, while the whole town were spec­ta­tors of our march.’

When they reached Wrex­al, ‘We joined in hear­ty prais­es to our De­liv­er­er, sing­ing the hymn, Wor­ship, and thanks and bless­ing, &c.’

Telford, pp. 286–87


Worship, and thanks, and blessing,
And strength ascribe to Jesus!
Jesus alone defends His own,
When earth and hell oppress us!
Jesus with joy we witness
Almighty to deliver;
Our seals set to, that God is true,
And reigns a King for ever.

Omnipotent Redeemer,
Our ransomed souls adore Thee;
Our Savior Thou, we find it now,
And give Thee all the glory.
We sing Thine arm unshortened,
Brought through our sore temptation;
With heart and voice in Thee rejoice,
The God of our salvation.

Thine arm hath safely brought us
A way no more expected,
Than when Thy sheep passed through the deep,
By crystal walls protected.
Th glory was our rearward,
Thy hand our lives did cover,
And we, e’en we, have passed the sea,
And marched triumphant over.

Save as devoted Peter
Betwixt the soldiers sleeping,
Like sheep we lay to wolves a prey,
Yet still in Jesus’ keeping.
Thou from th’infernal Herod,
And Jewish expectation,
Hast set us free! All praise to Thee
O God of our salvation.

The world and Satan’s malice
Thou, Jesus, hast confounded;
And, by Thy grace, with songs of praise
Our happy souls resounded.
Accepting our deliverance,
We triumph in Thy favor,
And for the love which now we prove,
Shall praise Thy name forever.