Wesley Corpus

How royal the chear When Jesus is here! The scantiest meal Is feasting indeed when his favour we feel. In his pardoning peace We all things possess, And richly enjoy A fulness of pleasures that never can cloy. Thee, Saviour, to know Is heaven below, Thy witnesses we That heaven is found in the knowledge of thee: Thee, Jesus, we taste; But oh let it last, This sense of thy love, Till with all the assembly we banquet above. To: "Rejoice the Lord is King," (Hymn 8). Praise him who by his word Supplies our every need, And gives us Christ the Lord Our fainting souls to feed: Thanks be to God, whose Son we feel His gift unknown unspeakable. The gospel mystery Unknown to ages past The hidden manna we In Jesu's mercy taste: Thanks be to God, whose Son we feel, His gift unknown unspeakable. Page 8 O that the world might prove Our happiness divine, And in the song of love With all his people join Thanks be to God, whose Son we feel, His gift unknown unspeakable. To: "Hail the day that sees him rise!" (Hymn 11). Father, friend of human race, Thee let all thy children praise, By thy merciful supplies Nourish'd till we reach the skies: Thither we with joy repair, Sings our heart already there, Fill'd with chearful melody, Feasting with thy saints on thee. We that on thy goodness feast Antedate our heavenly rest, On the hidden manna feed, On the everlasting bread; Thee by faith in Christ to know O 'tis heaven begun below: Thee t' injoy by glorious love O 'tis heaven compleat above! To: "Angels speak, let men give ear," (Hymn 2). Thankful for our every blessing Let us sing Christ the spring, Never, never ceasing. Source of all our gifts and graces Christ we own, Christ alone Calls for all our praises. He dispels our sin and sadness, Life imparts, Chears our hearts, Fills with food and gladness.