Wesley Corpus

The peace and joy of faith We every moment feel, Redeem'd from sin, and wrath, And death, and earth, and hell; We to our Father's house repair, To meet our elder brother there. Our brother, Saviour, head, Our all in all is he; And in his steps who tread, We soon his face shall see; Shall see him with our glorious friends, And then in heaven our journey ends. Hymn CXVIII.156 Come, let us anew Our journey pursue, With vigour arise, And press to our permanent place in the skies. Of heavenly birth, Tho' wand'ring on earth, This is not our place, But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess. At Jesus's157 call We gave up our all; And still we forego, For Jesus's sake, our enjoyments below. 156First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:243-44. 157Ori., "Jesu's"; throughs off metre. Restored to HSP (1749) reading in All in All (1765). Page 124 No longing we find For the country behind, But onward we move, And still we are seeking a country above. A country of joy Without any alloy, We thither repair, Our heart, and our treasure, already are there. We march hand in hand To Immanuel's land; No matter what chear We meet with on earth; for eternity's near. The rougher our way, The shorter our stay, The troubles that come Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home. The fiercer the blast, The sooner 'tis past, The tempests that rise Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies. Hymn CXIX.158 My brethren belov'd, Your calling ye see: In Jesus approv'd, No goodness have we: No riches or merit, No wisdom or might, But all things inherit Thro' Jesus's right. Our God would not have, One reprobate die: 158First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:247-48. Page 125 Who all men would save Hath no man pass'd by: His boundless compassion On sinners doth call: He offers salvation Thro' mercy to all. Yet not many wise His summons obey; And great ones despise So vulgar a way; And strong ones will never Their helplessness own, Or stoop to find favour Thro' mercy alone. And therefore our God The outcasts hath chose, His righteousness shew'd To heathen like us: When wise ones rejected His offers of grace, His goodness elected The foolish and base.