Wesley Corpus

God doth to our King attend, Who shouts amidst his own; Praises now thro' Christ ascend To that eternal throne: When we there triumphant stand, And all our elder brethren meet, Hymning with that harping band; The concert is compleat. For the Evening. To: "Hearts of stone, relent, relent." Giver of the nightly songs, Fain we would thy glory raise, Pay thee what to thee belongs, All our life and all our praise; But 'till thou thy blood apply, Thee we cannot glorify. Thou hast bought us with thy blood, Yet we still in Egypt dwell Strangers to a dying God, 'Till thou dost thyself reveal: Hear us for redemption groan, Claim the prisoners for thine own. Page 9 Mightier than the mighty, seize Whom thou hast redeem'd of old, Us the slaves of man release, Us to sin and Satan sold, Bid thy ransom'd creatures rise, Bear away the lawful prize. Set our hearts at liberty, Thro' the power of pard'ning grace, Then we shall give thanks to thee, Publish our Redeemer's praise, Chant the Lamb like those above, Only live to sing and love. To: "With pity, Lord, a sinner see." Come, Son of Abraham and of God, Saviour on the world bestow'd, To ransom and to bless, And let our souls possest of thee The true compleat felicity, The sovereign good possess. Thy faithful word and oath we plead: Shew thyself the promis'd seed, The all-redeeming Lord, And let us in thy favour find And in thy purity of mind Our paradise restor'd. In this thrice acceptable hour Exercise thy pard'ning power, Our curse and sin remove, Admit us to the gospel feast, And give our new-born souls to taste The blessedness of love. Page 10 In peace incomprehensible Pardon on our conscience seal, In joy and love unknown: Or'ewhelm us with the blissful sight Which sinks the first-born sons of light In silence round thy throne. For Sunday. To: "Rejoice, the Lord is King." The Lord is ris'n indeed, And bids his members rise! Ye saints by Jesus freed, Pursue him to the skies: This is the day the Lord hath made; Rejoice, and be for ever glad. On this triumphant day Peculiarly his own, He calls his church to pray, And sing around his throne: This is the day the Lord hath made; Rejoice, and be for ever glad.