Wesley Corpus

Thy pow'r I pant to prove Rooted and fixt in love, Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might, Wise to fathom things divine, What the length and breadth and height, What the depth of love like thine. Ah! Give me this to know With all thy saints below. Swells my soul to compass thee, Gasps in thee to live and move, Fill'd with all the deity, All immerst and lost in love! Page 170 IIId Hymn to Christ. Still, O my soul, prolong The never-ceasing song! Christ my theme, my hope, my joy; His be all my happy days, Praise my ev'ry hour employ, Ev'ry breath be spent in praise. His would I wholly be Who liv'd and died for me: Grief was all his life below, Pain and poverty and loss: Mine the sins that bruis'd him so, Scourg'd and nail'd him to the cross. He bore the curse of all, A spotless criminal: Burden'd with a world of guilt, Blacken'd with imputed sin, Man to save his blood he spilt, Died, to make the sinner clean. Join earth and heav'n to bless The LORD our righteousness! Myst'ry of redemption this, This the Saviour's strange design, Man's offence was counted his, Ours is righteousness divine. Page 171 Far as our parent's fall The gift is come to all: Sinn'd we all, and died in one? Just in one we all are made, Christ the law fulfill'd alone, Dy'd for all, for all obey'd. In him compleat we shine, His death, his life is mine. Fully am I justify'd, Free from sin, and more than free; Guiltless, since for me he dy'd, Righteous, since he liv'd for me! Jesu! To thee I bow, Sav'd to the utmost now. O the depth of love divine! Who thy wisdom's stores can tell? Knowledge infinite is thine, All thy ways unsearchable! Hymn to Christ the King. Jesu, my God and King, Thy regal state I sing. Thou, and only thou art great, High thine everlasting throne; Thou the sov'reign potentate, Blest, immortal thou alone. Page 172 Essay your choicest strains, The King Messiah reigns! Tune your harps, celestial quire, Joyful all, your voices raise, Christ than earth-born monarchs higher, Sons of men and angels praise.