Wesley Corpus

Lo, God is here! Him day and night Th' united choirs of angels sing: To him, enthron'd above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring: Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, Who praise thee with a stamm'ring tongue. Gladly the toys of earth we leave, Wealth, pleasure, fame, for thee alone: To thee our will, soul, flesh we give; O take, O seal them for thine own. Thou art the God; thou art the Lord: Be thou by all thy works ador'd! Being of beings, may our praise Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill; 31Source: Gerhard Tersteegen. First appeared in HSP (1739), 188-89. Page 22 Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will: To thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice! In thee we move: all things of thee Are full, thou source and life of all! Thou vast, unfathomable sea! Fall prostrate, lost in wonder, fall, Ye sons of men; for God is man! All may we lose, so thee we gain! As flowers their op'ning leaves display, And glad drink in the solar fire, So may we catch thy every ray, So may thy influence us inspire; Thou beam of the eternal beam! Thou purging fire, thou quick'ning flame! Hymn XXI.32 Son of the carpenter, receive This humble work of mine; Worth to my meanest labour give By joining it to thine. Servant of all, to toil for man Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse: Thy majesty did not disdain To be employ'd for us. Thy bright example I pursue To thee in all things rise, And all I think, or speak or do, Is one great sacrifice. Careless thro' outward cares I go, From all distraction free: My hands are but engag'd below, My heart is still with thee. 32First appeared in HSP (1739), 193-94. Page 23 O when wilt thou, my life, appear! How gladly would I cry, 'Tis done, the work thou gav'st me here, 'Tis finish'd, Lord and die! Hymn XXII.33 Summon'd my labour to renew, And glad to act my part, Lord, in thy name my task I do, And with a single heart. End of my every action thou! Thyself in all I see: Accept my hallow'd labour now; I do it unto thee. Whate'er the Father views as thine, He views with gracious eyes; Jesus, this mean oblation join To thy great sacrifice.