Wesley Corpus

And pity for the sons of pain, Resided in his breast. A father to the sick and poor, For them he husbanded his store, For them himself deni'd; The naked cloth'd, the hungry fed, Or parted with his daily bread, That they might be suppli'd. But chiefly, who in Christ believ'd, For them, into his heart receiv'd, He naturally car'd;42 His faith's integrity to prove, By labours of unweari'd love, To gain a full reward. A steward just, and wise, and good, Through life against the men he stood Who basely sought their own; He dar'd their practices condemn, Yet not an enemy to them, But to their deeds alone. 10 Sin, only sin, his soul abhorr'd, A follow'r of his right'ous Lord, Till all his toils were past: And lo! The hoary saint ascends, And gather'd to his heav'nly friends, Obtains the prize at last! 11 Thanks be to God in Christ his Son! Thy pow'r is on our brother shown, Thy truth, and constant love: Thou dost the final victory give, And more than conqueror receive To rapturous joy above. 12 O! That the friends he leaves beneath, Might live his life, and die his death, For glory as mature, Partakers with the saints in light, And reap the pleasures in thy sight, Which ever more endure! 42I.e., "cared."