Wesley Corpus

Page 26 T' arraign a saint deceas'd prophanely dare, But look to meet him at the last great bar, And horribly recant your hellish slanders there! Or rather now, while lingering justice stays, And God in Jesus grants a longer space, Repent repent; a better path pursue, Chuse life, ye madmen, with the happy few, The life your Saviour's death hath bought for you. Why will you die, when God would have you live, Would all mankind abundantly forgive? Invites you all to chuse the better part, And ever cries, "My son give me thy heart!" He bids you in his servant's footsteps tread, He calls you by the living, and the dead, Awake, and burst the bands of nature's night, Rise from your graves, and Christ shall give you light; While yet he may be found, to God draw nigh, Heaven without price, and without money buy, And as the righteous live, and as the righteous die.