Wesley Corpus

Eager for thee I ask and pant, So strong the principle divine Carries me out with sweet constraint, Till all my hallow'd soul be thine: Plung'd in the Godhead's deepest sea, And lost in thy immensity. My peace, my life, my comfort now, My treasure, and my all thou art! Page 185 True witness of my sonship thou, Engraving pardon on my heart: Seal of my sins in Christ forgiv'n, Earnest of love, and pledge of heav'n. Come then, my God, mark out thy heir, Of heav'n a larger earnest give, With clearer light thy witness bear; More sensibly within me live: Let all my pow'rs thy entrance feel, And deeper stamp thyself the seal. Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire, Come, and in me delight to rest! Drawn by the lure of strong desire, O come, and consecrate my breast: The temple of my soul prepare, And fix thy sacred presence there! Page 190 Hymn After the Sacrament.52 Sons of God, triumphant rise, Shout th' accomplish'd sacrifice! Shout your sins in Christ forgiv'n, Sons of God, and heirs of heav'n! 52This hymn included later in HLS (1745), as Hymn CLXIV. Page 191 Ye that round our altars throng, List'ning angels join the song: Sing with us, ye heav'nly pow'rs, Pardon, grace, and glory ours! Love's mysterious work is done! Greet we now th'accepted53 Son, Heal'd and quicken'd by his blood, Join'd to Christ, and one with God. Christ, of all our hopes the seal; Peace divine in Christ we feel, Pardon to our souls applied: Dead for all, for me he died! Sin shall tyrannize no more, Purg'd its guilt, dissolv'd its pow'r; Jesus makes our hearts his throne, There he lives, and reigns alone. Grace our ev'ry thought controuls, Heav'n is open'd in our souls, Everlasting life is won, Glory is on earth begun. Christ in us; in him we see Fulness of the deity. Beam of the eternal beam; Life divine we taste in him! 53"Th' accepted" changed to "th' atoning" in 4th edn. (1743), 5th edn. (1756), and HLS (1745). Page 192 Him we only taste below;54 Mightier joys ordain'd to know55 Him when fully ours we prove,56 Ours the heav'n of perfect love!57 Acts ii. 41, c. The word pronounc'd, the gospel-word, The crowd with various hearts receiv'd: In many a soul the Saviour stir'd, Three thousand yielded, and believ'd.