Wesley Corpus

Mollify our harsher will, Each to each our tempers suit By thy modulating skill, Heart to heart, as lute to lute: Sweetly on our spirits move, Gently touch the trembling strings, Make the harmony of love, Music for the King of kings. See the souls that hang on thee, Sever'd tho' in flesh we are, Join'd in spirit, all agree, All thy only love declare; Spread thy love to all around: Hark, we now our voices raise, Joyful consentanious sound, Sweetest symphony of praise! Jesu's praise is all our song; While we Jesu's praise repeat, Glide our happy days along, Glide with down upon their feet: 165First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:329-30. Page 133 Far from sorrow, sin, and fear, 'Till we take our seats above, Live we all as angels here, Only sing, and praise, and love. Hymn CXXVII.166 Jesus, from whom all blessings flow, Great builder of thy church below, If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear, and fulfil thine own request. The few that truly call thee Lord, And wait thy sanctifying word, And thee their utmost Saviour own, Unite, and perfect them in one. O let them all thy mind express, Stand forth thy chosen witnesses! Thy power unto salvation shew, And perfect holiness below: The fulness of thy167 grace receive; And simply to thy glory live: Strongly reflect the light divine, And in a land of darkness shine. In them let all mankind behold How Christians liv'd in days of old; (Mighty their envious foes to move, A proverb of reproach and love.) O make them of one soul and heart, The all-conforming mind impart; Spirit of peace, and unity, The sinless mind that was in thee. 166First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:334-36; stanzas 1-2, 6-13, 15-16. 167"Thy" changed to "the" in All in All (1765). Page 134 Call them into thy wond'rous light, Worthy to walk with thee in white; Make up thy jewels, Lord, and shew The glorious spotless church below. From every sinful wrinkle free, Redeem'd from all iniquity; The fellowship of saints make known; And Oh! My God, might I be one! O might my lot be cast with these, The least of Jesu's witnesses; O that my Lord would count me meet To wash his dear disciples' feet!