Wesley Corpus

Page 24 To: "'Tis finish'd, 'tis done." Come, Jesus, and build Thy temples below, In mercy reveal'd Thy deity show; Lay deep the foundation Of faith in thy blood Which brought us salvation, Which brings us to God. Implant by thy grace A church in this house, Then, then we shall praise, And pay thee our vows; Beholding thy glory Our souls shall arise, And gladly adore thee, Like those in the skies. A power to believe We humbly request, And long to receive The promise of rest: From sorrow and sinning This moment to cease, Our service beginning With pardon and peace. The praise of our Lord Impatient to spread, We wait for a word That quickens the dead: Thy mercy forgiving The moment we see, The living, the living Shall triumph in thee. Page 25 The blessings of grace If others conceal, Our lips shall confess The comforts we feel; Redeem'd by thy passion, We all the day long Will publish salvation, And sing the new song. O wouldst thou inspire Our hearts with thy love, And add to the quire Of harpers above: Then, Saviour, receive us, When perfect in one, And graciously give us A share of thy throne. To: "Thanks be to God alone." Jesus, we look to thee, Part of thy family: Saviour of our sinful race, Claim the purchase of thy blood, Seize the prisoners of thy grace, Bring us to a pard'ning God. Disconsolate, distrest, We sigh to thee for rest, Of our heavy load complain, Sorrows, sins, and doubts, and fears, 'Till the Comforter we gain, 'Till the bloody cross appears. But when that Spirit pours Thy blood on us and ours, Page 26 Conscience is no more defil'd, Sighing, sin, and fear are gone, God in thee is reconcil'd, God in thee is all our own. Come, Father, in the Son, And in the Spirit down, Purify our inward parts By thy love ineffable, Take possession of our hearts, God in us for ever dwell. Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept our evening sacrifice, Which now to thee we give: We bow before thy gracious throne And think ourselves sincere: But shew us, Lord, is every one Thy real worshipper?