Wesley Corpus

Come, Lord, the glorious Spirit cries, And souls beneath the altar groan, 140First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:87-88. Page 109 Come, Lord, the bride on earth replies, And perfect all our souls in one. Pour out the promis'd gift on all, Answer the universal Come, The fulness of the Gentiles call, And take thine antient people home. To thee let all the nations flow, Let all obey the gospel-word, Let all their bleeding Saviour know, Fill'd with the glory of the Lord. O for thy truth and mercy sake, The purchase of thy passion claim, Thine heritage the Gentiles take, And cause the world to know thy name. Thee, Lord, let every tongue confess, Let every knee to Jesus bow: O! All-redeeming Prince of Peace, We long to see thy kingdom now. Hasten that kingdom of thy grace, And take us to our heavenly home, And let us now behold thy face: Come, glorious God, to judgment come! Hymn CVI.141 O thou our husband, brother, friend, Behold a cloud of incense rise, The prayers of saints to heaven ascend, Grateful, unceasing sacrifice. Regard our prayers for Sion's peace, Shed in our hearts thy love abroad; Thy gifts abundantly increase, Enlarge, and fill us all with God. 141First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:88-89. Page 110 Before thy sheep, great shepherd, go, And guide into thy perfect will; Cause us thy hallow'd name to know, The work of faith with power fulfil. Help us to make our calling sure, O! Let us all be saints indeed, And pure as God himself is pure, Conform'd in all things to our head. Take the dear purchase of thy blood; Thy blood shall wash us white as snow, Present us sanctified to God, And perfected in love below. That blood which cleanses from all sin, That efficacious blood apply, And wash, and make us throughly clean, And change, and wholly sanctify. From all iniquity redeem, Cleanse by the water, and the word, And free from every touch of blame, And make the servants as their Lord. Wash out the deep, orig'nal stain, And make us glorious all within, No wrinkle on our souls remain, No smallest spot of inbred sin. Then, when the perfect life of love The bride and all her children live, Come down, and take us from above, And to thy heaven of heavens receive. Page 111 Hymn CVII.142