Wesley Corpus

Spirit of holiness, Let all thy saints adore Thy sacred energy and bless Thine heart-renewing power: Nor angel-tongues can tell Thy love's extatic height, The glorious joy unspeakable, The beatific sight! Eternal Tri-une Lord, Let all the hosts above, Let all the sons of men record, And dwell upon thy love: When heaven and earth are fled Before thy glorious face, Sing all the saints thy love hath made, Thine everlasting praise! 104First appeared in Redemption Hymns (1747), 44-45. Page 76 Hymn LXXV.105 O wond'rous power of faithful prayer, What tongue can tell th' almighty grace, God's hands or bound or open are, As Moses or Elias prays: Let Moses in the Spirit groan, And God cries out, "Let me alone! "Let me alone that all my wrath May rise, the wicked to consume: While justice hears thy praying faith It cannot seal the rebel's doom, My Son is in my servant's prayer, And Jesus forces me to spare." O blessed word of gospel-grace, Which now we for our Israel plead; A faithless and backsliding race, Whom thou hast out of Egypt freed: O do not then in wrath chastise, Nor let thy whole displeasure rise. Father, we ask in Jesu's name, In Jesu's power and Spirit pray, Divert thy vengeful thunder's aim, O turn thy threat'ning wrath away, Our guilt and punishment remove, And magnify thy pard'ning love. Father, regard thy pleading Son, Accept his all-availing prayer, And send the peaceful answer down In honour of our spokesman there, Whose blood proclaims our sins forgiven, And speaks thy rebels up to heaven. 105First appeared in Redemption Hymns (1747), 49-51; stanzas 1-4, 8. Page 77 Hymn LXXVI.106 Leader of faithful souls, and guide Of all that travel to the sky, Come, and with us, ev'n us abide, Who would on thee alone rely, On thee alone our spirit stay, While held in life's uneven way. Strangers and pilgrims here below, This earth we know, is not our place; And hasten thro' the vale of woe, And restless to behold thy face, Swift to our heavenly country move, Our everlasting home above. We have no 'biding city here, But seek a city out of sight: Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light, Jerusalem, the saints' abode, Whose founder is the living God.