Wesley Corpus

Free from low, distracting care, For the happy day prepare, For the joys that never die, For my Bridegroom in the sky. Here betroth'd to thee in love I shall see my Lord above, Lean on my Redeemer's breast, In thy arms for ever rest. For an Unconverted Husband. Searcher of hearts, to thee I fly, In doubly deep distress apply For help to thee alone: I want to feel thy pardning love, I want my partner's heart to prove That mystic peace unknown. Page 135 Thy goodness form'd, and turn'd his mind, Thou mad'st him generous, just, and kind; Yet O, incarnate God, Thro' thee escap'd the gulph of vice, In nature's deadly sleep he lies, Nor pants to feel thy blood. Thou know'st, if not a foe profest, A stranger to thy cross, at rest Without thy grace he lives; Thoughtless of death and judgment near, His joy, his good, his portion here Contented he receives. Saviour, his slumbring spirit call, Awake, upraise him from his fall, And shew the fountain nigh: Ah, give him now himself to see, To feel his need of faith and thee, And then his need supply. 'Till he awakes I cannot rest, Or blest myself be singly blest, To him so closely join'd, Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone; Thyself of twain hast made us one In will, and heart, and mind. O might we one become in thee, The great mysterious unity Of sacred wedlock prove, To Sion hand in hand repair, And fitted for thy presence, share The marriage-feast above. For a Persecuting Husband. Saviour, let thy will be done, Calling me thy cross to bear: Page 136 Thee my heavenly Lord I own, Cast on thee my mournful care; By my bosom-friend distrest, In thy sovereign will I rest. Persecution for thy sake Strengthen'd by thy grace t' endure, No complaint to man I make; Find in God my refuge sure; Confident, thy pity hears, Counts my supplicating tears. Still mine eyes for him o'erflow Whom thyself hast join'd to me: Partner of my weal and woe, Can I his destruction see? See his soul insensible Madly rushing down to hell? Summon'd to thy judgment-seat (Who the dreadful thought can bear!) Must we in thy presence meet, Meet to part for ever there? Must he then receive his hire, Curst into eternal fire?