Wesley Corpus

Before a Journey Lord, we believe; and taste thee good, Thee all-sufficient own, And hunger after heavenly food, And thirst for God alone. Before a Journey. Forth at thy call, O Lord, I go, Thy counsel to fulfill: 'Tis all my business here below, Father, to do thy will. To do thy will, while here I make My short, unfixt abode, An everlasting home I seek, A city built by God. O when shall I my Canaan gain, The land of promis'd ease, And leave this world of sin and pain, This howling wilderness! Come to my help, come quickly, Lord, For whom alone I sigh, O let me hear the gracious word, And get me up, and die!