Wesley Corpus

O Father of all, Attend to our call Who in Jesus's name The promise of peace and of purity claim; Who long to believe, And with rapture receive Thro' faith in his blood The unspeakable gift of an indwelling God. For the sake of thy Son Thy family own, While we jointly agree In the name of our Lord to petition for thee: Thee alone we require, Thee in Jesus desire, In the Spirit of love, As our joy upon earth, and our portion above. Come, Father, and Son, With the Comforter down, In the fulness of peace, The extatical earnest of heavenly bliss: One ineffable Three To my household and me The whole Godhead impart, And eternally dwell in the sanctified heart. To: "All ye that pass by." O Saviour of all, Attend to our call, And awaken our souls, and redeem from their fall: Our apostacy known In part we bemoan, And for pardon, opprest, and for liberty groan. Page 7 Love mov'd thee to die; And on this we rely, Thou art able, O God, thy own blood to apply; Thou canst, if thou wilt: And it surely was spilt To redeem us from sin, both the power and the guilt. Ever able to cleanse, And remove it from hence, Our original guilt, with our actual offence; Ever willing thou art, Thy peace to impart, And make thy abode in a penitent heart. Come then from above In the Spirit of love, And the mountain of sin by thy coming remove: Thee present below By faith when we know, The mountain of sin in a moment shall flow! We wait the glad hour, Convinc'd of thy power To forgive us our sins, and our souls to restore: We have faith to be heal'd; And when thou art reveal'd, Our salvation is sure, and our pardon is seal'd. To: "Lamb of God, whose bleeding love." Have not we redemption found And righteousness thro' grace? Let our houses then resound With our Redeemer's praise; Let our souls to him aspire, Who died that we might live forgiven, Emulate th' angelic quire, And taste the joys of heaven. Page 8 Jesus' praises we proclaim, And daily pay our vows: Consecrated thro' his name A church is in our house: Melody to Christ our King We make with joyful hearts sincere: Angels listen while we sing, And God vouchsafes to hear.