Wesley Corpus

Our naked hearts to thee we raise; Whate'er obstructs thy work of grace For ever drive it hence: Exert thine all-subduing power, And each regenerate soul restore To child-like innocence. Soon as in thee we gain a part, Our spirit purg'd from nature's art Appears by grace forgiven, We then pursue our sole design, To lose our melting will in thine, And want no other heaven. O that we now the power might feel To do on earth thy blessed will As angels do above! In thee the life, the truth, the way To walk, and perfectly obey Thy sweet constraining love! Jesus, fulfil our one desire, And spread the spark of living fire Thro' every hallow'd breast, Bless with divine conformity, And give us now to find in thee Our everlasting rest. 4A shorthand copy of this hymn in CW's hand appears in MS Spencer, 23 (with one variant). Page 41 How happy we whom grace unites In Jesus' precious name, Whom mercy's secret call invites To banquet with the Lamb! We see our kind supporter's hand, And joyfully adore, And hastning to the heavenly land, We send our hearts before. Jesus shall there our hearts secure And keep our life above, As sure as Christ is God, as sure As Christ our God is love. And when he has prepar'd our place, Our Lord again shall come Come, Lord, and shew thy glorious face, And look thy pilgrims home! Holy Lamb, who thee confess, Followers of thy holiness, Thee they ever keep in view, Ever ask, What shall we do? Govern'd by thine only will, All thy words7 we would fulfil, Would in all thy footsteps go, Walk as Jesus walk'd below. While thou didst on earth appear, Servant to thy servants here, Mindful of thy place above, All thy life was prayer and love. 5A shorthand copy of this hymn in CW's hand appears in MS Spencer, 24 (with no variants). 6A shorthand copy of this hymn in CW's hand appears in MS Spencer, 24-25, with one variant. 7MS Spencer reads "Word" instead of "words." Page 42 Such our whole employment be, Works of faith and charity, Works of love on man bestow'd, Secret intercourse with God. Early in the temple met Let us still our Maker greet, Nightly to the mount repair, Join our praying pattern there: