Wesley Corpus

O Jesu, could I this believe, I now should feel thy power; Now my poor soul thou would'st retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. Page 38 Author of faith, to thee I lift My weary longing eyes; O let me now receive that gift! My soul without it dies. Surely thou canst not let me die! O speak and I shall live! And here I will unwearied lie 'Till thou thy Spirit give. The worst of sinners would rejoice, Could they but see thy face: O let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace. Page 42 3"He" changed to "God" in 2nd edn. (1743) and following. 4"Hands" changed to "hand" in 4th edn. (1748) and following. 5Also printed by George Whitefield in An Account of Money Received and Disbursed for the Orphan-House in Georgia (London: W. Strahan, 1741), 6. An Hymn for the Georgia Orphans. Come let us join our God to bless, And praise him evermore, That Father of the fatherless, That helper of the poor. Our dying parents us forsake, His mercy takes us up: Kindly vouchsafes his own to make, And he3 becomes our hope. For us he in the wilderness A table hath prepar'd, Us whom his love delights to bless, His providence to guard. Known unto him are all our needs; And when we seek his face, His open hands4 our bodies feeds, Our souls he feeds with grace. Then let us in his service spend What we from him receive, And back to him what he shall send In thanks and praises give. For Their Benefactors.5 Father of mercies, hear our prayers For those that do us good, Whose love for us a place prepares, And gives the orphans food. Their alms in blessings on their head A thousand-fold restore, O feed their souls with living bread, And let their cup run o'er. Forever in thy Christ built up Thy bounty let them prove, Steadfast in faith, joyful thro' hope, And rooted deep in love.