Wesley Corpus

Page 15 Constant supplies of hallowing grace, Till to a perfect man we rise, O'ertake our kindred in the skies, And find prepar'd our heavenly place. To: "Sinners, rejoice, your peace is made." Father of omnipresent grace, We seem agreed to seek thy face; But every soul assembled here Doth naked in thy sight appear: Thou knowst who only bows the knee, And who in heart approaches thee. Thy Spirit hath the difference made Betwixt the living and the dead: He now doth into some inspire The pure, benevolent desire: O that ev'n now his powerful call Might quicken and convert us all! The sinners suddenly convince O'erwhelm'd beneath their load of sins, To day, while it is call'd to day, Awake, and stir them up to pray, Their dire captivity to own, And from the iron furnace groan. Then, then acknowledge, and set free The people bought, O Lord, by thee, The sheep for whom their shepherd bled, For whom we in thy Spirit plead, Let all in thee redemption find, And not an hoof be left behind. Page 16 To: "Jesus, we hang upon the word." Jesus, display thy presence here, Celestial architect divine, To raise our fallen souls, appear, To consecrate thy human shrine, A temple for the deity, A mansion not unworthy thee. Thy hands must the foundation lay, Thy hands the fabric must compleat: O come, and take our sins away, Forgive us trembling at thy feet, Assure our hearts of sin forgiven, And build thy temples up to heaven. Who seek redemption in thy blood, O let us there our pardon find, With all the character of God, With all thy meek and lowly mind, (To fit us for our place above) With all thy purity of love. Accomplish thy redeeming plan, By thine almighty Spirit's power Conduct us to a perfect man, And at our last triumphant hour Remove into thy blissful sight, And fill our souls with glorious light. To: "Jesus, dear departed Lord." Jesus, full of pity see, Souls so dearly bought by thee; Souls so dearly bought in vain, If we still in sin remain; Page 17 If we unconverted die, Though thou didst our pardon buy, Wasted is the blood it cost, Every precious drop is lost.