Wesley Corpus

Infinite, unexhausted love! Jesus and love are one: If still to me thy bowels move, They are restrain'd to none. If me, ev'n me, thou yet canst spare, Fury is not in thee; For all thy tender mercies are, If mercy is for me. 123First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:248; stanzas 1a, 2b, 3-6. 124This is an extract from HSP (1749), 1:163-64; stanzas 9-18. Page 96 What shall I do my God to love, My loving God to praise! The length, and breadth, and height to prove, And depth of sovereign grace! Thy sovereign grace to all extends, Immense and unconfin'd, From age to age it never ends, It reaches all mankind. Throughout the world its breadth is known, Wide as infinity, So wide, it never pass'd by one, Or it had pass'd by me. My trespass is grown up to heaven, But far above the skies, In Christ abundantly forgiven I see thy mercies rise. The depth of all-redeeming love What angel-tongue can tell! O may I to the utmost prove The gift unspeakable! Deeper than hell, it pluck'd me thence, Deeper than inbred sin, Jesus his love my heart shall cleanse, When Jesus enters in. Come quickly then, my Lord, and take Possession of thine own, My longing heart vouchsafe to make Thine everlasting throne. Assert thy claim, receive thy right, Come quickly from above, And sink me to perfection's height, The depth of humble love. Page 97 Hymn XCIV.125 Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go, My daily labour to pursue, Thee, only thee resolv'd to know In all I think, or speak, or do. The task thy wisdom hath assign'd O let me chearfully fulfil, In all my works thy presence find, And prove thine acceptable will. Thee may I set at my right-hand, Whose eyes mine inmost substance see, And labour on at thy command, And offer all my works to thee. Give me to bear thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray, And still to things eternal look, And hasten to thy glorious day. For thee delightfully employ Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given, And run my course with even joy, And closely walk with thee to heaven. Hymn XCV.126