Wesley Corpus

This only thing do I require, Thou know'st 'tis all my heart's desire, Freely what I receive to give, The servant of thy church to live. Lord, if I now thy drawings feel, And ask according to thy will, Confirm the prayer, the seal impart, And speak the answer to my heart. Tell me, or thou shalt never go, "Thy prayer is heard, it shall be so." The word hath pass'd thy lips, and I Shall with thy people live, and die. Page 135 Hymn CXXVIII.168 O the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of dying love! Love that turns our faith to sight, And wafts to heaven above: Pledge of our possession, this, This which nature faints to bear; Who shall then support the bliss, The joy, the rapture there! Flesh and blood shall not receive The vast inheritance; God we cannot see, and live The life of feeble sense; In our weakest nonage, here, Up into our head we grow, Saints before our Lord appear, And ripe for heaven below. We his image shall regain, And to his stature rise, Rise into169 a perfect man, And then ascend the skies, Find our happy mansions there, Strong to bear the joys above, All the glorious weight to bear Of everlasting love. Sacrament.170 168First appeared in HLS (1745), 88. 169Note that Charles Wesley has changed "unto" in HLS (1745) to "into" here. 170I.e., John and Charles Wesley, Hymns on the Lord's Supper (Bristol: Farley, 1745). Page 136 Hymn CXXIX.171 Lift your172 eyes of faith and see Saints and angels join'd in one, What a countless company Stands before yon daz'ling throne! Each before his Saviour stands, All in milk-white robes array'd, Palms they carry in their hands, Crowns of glory on their head. Saints begin the endless song, Cry aloud in heavenly lays, Glory doth to God belong, God, the glorious Saviour praise, All salvation from him came,173 Him who reigns enthron'd on high, Glory to the bleeding Lamb Let the morning stars reply. Angel-powers the throne surround, Next the saints in glory they Lull'd with the transporting sound, They their silent homage pay, Prostrate on their face before God, and his Messiah fall, Then in hymns of praise adore, Shout the Lamb, that died for all.