Wesley Corpus

Still, O Lord, (for thine we are) Still to us his name declare; Thy revealing Spirit give, Whom the world cannot receive: Fill us with the Father's love, Never from our souls remove, Dwell, in us, and we shall be Thine to all eternity. Hymn XLI.61 I would be thine, thou know'st I would, And have thee all mine own: Thee, O mine all-sufficient good, I want, and thee alone. Thy name to me, thy nature grant; This, only this be given, Nothing besides my God I want, Nothing in earth or heaven. Come, O my Saviour, come away, Into my soul descend, No longer from thy creature stay, My author, and my end. 61This is an extract from HSP (1740), 206-7; stanzas 13-17. Page 43 The bliss thou hast for me prepar'd No longer be delay'd; Come my exceeding great reward, For whom I first was made. 562 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, And seal me thine abode, Let all I am in thee be lost, Let all I am be God! Hymn XLII.63 What can we offer, our good Lord, (Poor nothings!) for his boundless grace! Fain would we his great name record, And worthily set forth his praise. Dear object of our growing love, To whom our more than all we owe, Open the fountain from above, And let it our full soul o'erflow. So shall our lives thy power proclaim, Thy grace for every sinner free, Till all mankind shall learn thy name, Shall all stretch out their hands to thee. Open a door which earth and hell May strive to shut, but strive in vain: Let thy word richly in us dwell, And let our gracious fruit remain. O multiply thy sower's seed, And fruit we every hour shall bear, Throughout the world thy gospel spread, Thine everlasting truth declare; J. C. W. Vol. 2.64 62Ori., "3"; a misprint. 63Source: August Gottlieb Spangenberg. This is an extract from HSP (1742), 16-17; stanzas 11-13. 64I.e., John and Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742), 3rd edn. (London, 1756). Page 44 We all in perfect love renew'd Shall know the greatness of thy power, Stand in the temple of our God, As pillars, and go out no more. Hymn XLIII.65 The Lord unto my Lord hath said, Sit thou in glory, sit 'Till I thine enemies have made To bow beneath thy feet.