Wesley Corpus

The gracious fruit of righteousness, Thy blessings unexhausted store In me abundantly increase, Nor let me ever hunger more. Holy, and true, and righteous Lord, I wait to prove thy perfect will, Be mindful of thy gracious word, And stamp me with thy Spirit's seal. Thy faithful mercies let me find, In which thou causest me to trust; Give me the meek and lowly mind, And lay my spirit in the dust. Open my faith's interior eye: Display thy glory from above, And all I am shall sink, and die, Lost in astonishment and love. Confound, o'erpower me with thy grace, I would be by myself abhorr'd, (All might, all majesty, all praise, All glory be to Christ my Lord!) Now let me gain perfection's height! Now let me into nothing fall! Be less than nothing in thy sight, And feel that Christ is all in all. 78This is an extract from HSP (1742), 263-64; stanzas 19-20, 23-24, 26-28. Page 55 Hymn LV.79 Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my surety stands; My name is written on his hands. He ever lives above For me to interceed, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood aton'd for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me; Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed one, He cannot turn away The presence of his Son: His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. My God is reconcil'd, His pard'ning voice I hear, He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear, With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba Father, cry! 79First appeared in HSP (1742), 264-65. Page 56 Hymn LVI.80 Jesu, the truth, the way, The life, in us appear, Thy glorious arm display, And bring salvation near, The great salvation thou hast wrought, Above the reach of human thought. Flesh, earth, and hell deny The freedom of thy sons, And scornfully they cry "Where are the perfect ones?" They dare thee all thy power to shew, "Thou canst not make us saints below."