Wesley Corpus

Page 7 Nor did I linger, at my friend's desire, To tempt the furnace, and abide the fire: When suddenly sent forth, from the high-ways I call'd poor outcasts to the feast of grace; Urg'd to pursue the work by thee begun, Thro' good and ill report I still rush'd on, Nor felt the fire of popular applause, Nor fear'd the tort'ring flame in such a glorious cause. Ah! Wherefore did we ever seem to part,