Wesley Corpus

Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King! Thee we now presume to sing; Glad thine attributes confess, Glorious all and numberless. Hail! By all thy works ador'd, Hail! The everlasting Lord! Thee with thankful hearts we prove Lord of pow'r, and God of love. Christ our Lord and God we own, Christ the Father's only Son! Lamb of God for sinners slain, Saviour of offending man! Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world's attonement thou! Jesu, in thy name we pray, Take, O take our sins away. Pow'rful advocate with God, Justify us by thy blood! Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world's attonement thou! Hear; for thou, O Christ alone With thy glorious Sire art One!44 One the Holy Ghost with thee, One supreme eternal Three. 44Line changed to "Art with they great Father one" in 4th edn. (1743) and 5th edn. (1756). Page 134 The Magnificat.45 My soul extols the mighty Lord, In God the Saviour joys my heart: Thou hast not my low state abhorr'd; Now know I, thou my Saviour art. Sorrow and sighs are fled away, Peace now I feel, and joy and rest: Renew'd I hail the festal day, Henceforth by endless ages blest. Great are the things which thou has done, How holy is thy name, O Lord! How wondrous is thy mercy shewn To all that tremble at thy word! Thy conqu'ring arm with terror crown'd Appear'd the humble to sustain: And all the sons of pride have found Their boasted wisdom void and vain. The mighty from their native sky, Cast down thou hast in darkness bound: And rais'd the worms of earth on high With majesty and glory crown'd. 45Cf. Luke 1:46-55. Page 135 The rich have pin'd amidst their store, Nor e'er the way of peace have trod; Mean while the hungry souls thy pow'r Fill'd with the fulness of their God. Come, Saviour, come, of old decreed! Faithful and true be thou confest: By all earth's tribes in Abraham's seed Henceforth thro' endless ages blest. Page 144 In Affliction. Eternal beam of light divine, Fountain of unexhausted love, In whom the Father's glories shine, Thro' earth beneath, and heav'n above! Jesu! The weary wand'rer's rest; Give me thy easy yoke to bear, With stedfast patience arm my breast, With spotless love and lowly fear.