Wesley Corpus

O might we now relenting Confess the deicide, And while we lie lamenting Perceive his blood applied! No longer let us grieve him Who joy to us imparts, But lovingly receive him Into our broken hearts! For the Evening. Another day preserv'd by grace, We end it with our Saviour's praise, Symphonious to the quire above, And triumph in his guardian love! Angels, with your wings outspread Take your stand around our bed. We soon shall wake, with you to sing In presence of our heavenly King, With you unutterably blest Shall always praise, and never rest: Smooth, as the melodious lay, Endless ages roll away. O that the joyful day were come, Which calls our happy spirits home, O could we join our friends in light, And reach our Father's house to night, Sweetly close our willing eyes, Open them in paradise! Page 32 How happy are they Who for happiness stay, And attend on their Lord Ever faithful and true to accomplish his word: Who calmly look up, As prisoners of hope, For liberty sigh, And gladly believe their Redeemer is nigh. This blessing is ours, Whom Jesus o'erpowers, And keeps by his grace, Till on him we lay hold, and his promise embrace, Till in him we confide, Whose blood is applied, And of pardon possest In the Eden of love beatifical rest. O would he appear Our Deliverer here, And his prisoners release By a sight of his love, and a taste of his peace! Himself if he show, With singing we go, And in triumph remove To partake of his joy in the country above. Come, heavenly Lord, The present reward, The full happiness be Of us, and of all who are waiting for thee: Thy favor and mind, With thee let us find, And fulness of grace, And glory obtain in a glimpse of thy face. Page 33 Ah, what shall we do, Our pardon to gain, And holiness true With Jesus obtain; Our utmost endeavour Too weak to procure His forfeited favor, Or make our hearts pure! For mercy and grace, We only can cry, And wait in his ways, Till Jesus pass by, To our supplication Humanely attend, And bring us salvation Which never shall end.