Wesley Corpus

Thine it is to bless and heal, Thine to rescue and repair: On our child the answer seal, Thou who didst suggest the prayer: Send salvation to this house; Then to double health restor'd, I, and mine will pay our vows, I and mine will serve the Lord. At Sending a Child to the Boarding-School. Not without thy direction From us our child we send, And to thy sure protection Her innocence commend: Jesus, thou friend and lover Of helpless infancy, With wings of mercy cover A soul belov'd by thee. Evil communication O let it not pervert, Or fill with pride and passion Her fond unwary heart; Page 82 Preserve her uninfected (In answer to our prayers) From dangers unsuspected, From twice ten thousand snares. Let no affections foolish Or vain her spirit soil Let no instructions polish Her nature into guile; No low dissimulation Place in her bosom find, No worldly art or fashion Corrupt her simple mind. Our little one, believing Beneath thy care we place, And see thee, Lord, receiving Her into thine embrace: Thyself her inward teacher, Thyself her guardian be, And graciously inrich her With all that is in thee. A Mother's Act of Resignation on the Death of a Child.29 Peace, my heart, be calm, be still, Subject to my Father's will! God in Jesus reconcil'd Calls for his beloved child, Who on me himself bestow'd Claims the purchase of his blood. Child of prayer, by grace divine Him I willingly resign Thro' his last convulsive throes Born into the true repose, 29The original manuscript version of this hymn appears in CW's letter to Mrs. Berkin, March 17, 1766, commending the resignation with which she had accepted the recent death of her son George. Page 83 Born into the world above, Glorious world of light and love! Thro' the purple fountain brought, To his Saviour's bosom caught, Him in the pure mantle clad, In the milk-white robe array'd. Follower of the Lamb I see; See the joy prepar'd for me. Lord, for this alone I stay, Fit me for eternal day, Then thou wilt receive thy bride To the souls beatified, Then with all thy saints I meet, Then my rapture is compleat. Thanksgiving after Recovery from the Small-Pox.