Wesley Corpus

Swift as the panting hart I fly, I find the fountain always nigh, And heavenly sweetness prove, Pardon, and power, and joy, and peace, And pure delight and perfect bliss, And everlasting love. The world can no refreshment give: Shall I its deadly draughts receive, Scoup'd from the hellish lake? Nay, but I turn to the pure flood Which issues from the throne of God, And living water take. Soon as I taste the liquid life, Sorrow expires, and pain, and strife, And suffering is no more: 179Source: Christian Friedrich Richter. First appeared in MSP (1744), 3:275-78. Page 143 My inmost soul refresh'd I feel, And fill'd with joy unspeakable The bleeding Lamb adore. I now the broken cisterns leave; My all of good from God receive, And drink the crystal stream: The crystal stream doth freely flow Thro' hearts which only Jesus know, And ever pant for him. Jesus alone can I require, No mixture of impure desire Shall in my bosom move: I fix on him my single eye, His love shall all my wants supply, His all-sufficient love. How vast the happiness I feel, When Jesus doth himself reveal, And his pure love impart, Holy delight, and heavenly hope, And everlasting joy spring up, And overflows my heart. He pours his Spirit into my soul, The thirsty land becomes a pool, I taste the unknown peace, Such as the world will not believe; No carnal heart can e'er conceive Th' unutterable bliss. Light in thy only light I see, Thee, and myself, I know thro' thee, Myself a sinful clod, A worthless worm without a name, A burning brand pluck'd from the flame, And quench'd in Jesu's blood. Page 144 The light of thy redeeming love, Like sun-beams darted from above Doth all my sins display, Countless as dancing motes, and small; But O! The love that shews them all, Shall chase them all away. The Son of righteousness shall rise, Thy glory streaming from the skies Shall in my soul appear, I know the cloudless day shall shine, And then my soul is all divine, And I am perfect here.