Wesley Corpus

No new-made deity He shew'd himself to thee: Jesus, Jah, Jehovah, came, Pleas'd his nature to impart, Told thee his mysterious name, Breath'd his Spirit into thy heart. Thro' his own Spirit's power, Thou didst thy Lord adore, With unborrow'd glories bright, Dwelling in an earthly clod, God of God, and light of light, Christ the one eternal God. God over all supreme, Almighty to redeem, The first self-existing cause, Him thou didst divinely know, Daily triumph in his cross, Humbly in his footsteps go. Thy8 meat was to fulfil Thy heavenly Father's will: Sent to do his will alone, O! How swiftly didst thou move, Eager, yet compos'd, to run All the course of patient love! In meek and quiet peace, Thou didst thy soul possess; Far from every wild extreme Thy substantial piety: 8"Thy" misprinted as "They" in 1769 edn. Page 16 Never could the world blaspheme, Never scoff the truth for thee. Close follower of the Lamb, Whose love the world o'ercame, Them thou didst, like him, oppose, Conquering all their ill with good, Melting down the Saviour's foes, Foes that trampled on his blood. The men who dare disown God's co-eternal Son, Meet and ready to depart, Didst thou not their burthen bear? Griev'd for them thy bleeding heart, Sigh'd for them thy dying prayer. That latest labour o'er, Thy spirit strives no more: Finish'd her great work of love, Lo! She quits the house of clay, Claps her wings, and soars above, Mingles with eternal day! Hymn IX. On the Death of Mrs. Mary Stotesbury, March 17, 1759.9 Friendly, faithful soul adieu, Join'd to those escap'd before! Thou hast gain'd the port in view, Thou hast reach'd the happy shore: Thee releas'd, we cannot mourn, Lighten'd of thine earthly load, Dead or rather truly born, Dead to man, thou liv'st to God. 9This is the wife of Captain Edward Stotesbury of Newington Green. The Stotesburys were frequent hosts of Charles and Sarah Wesley, as well as offering their home as a retreat for John Wesley. Page 17 Thou art gone to thy reward, Followed by thy works of love, By the servants of thy Lord, All whose hearts are fixt above; Us, who saw thy walk below, Us, who seek thy place on high, Study in thy steps to go Long, like thee, to live and die.