Wesley Corpus

Page 195 Whate'er the Father views as thine, He views with gracious eyes. Jesus! This mean oblation join To thy great sacrifice. Stampt with an infinite desert My work he then shall own; Well-pleas'd in me, when mine thou art, And I his favourite son! Page 202 Acts iv. 29.60 Captain of my salvation, hear! Stir up thy strength and bow the skies Be thou the God of battles near; In all thy majesty arise! The day, the dreadful day's at hand! In battle cover thou my head: Past is thy word: I here demand, And confident expect thine aid. Now arm me for the threatning fight Now let thy power descend from high, Triumphant in thy Spirit's might So shall I every foe defy.61 I ask thy help; by thee sent forth Thy glorious gospel to proclaim, Be thou my mouth, and shake the earth, And spread by me thy awful name. Steel me to shame, reproach, disgrace, Arm me with all thy armour now, Set like a flint my steady face, Harden to adamant my brow. 60Also published in George Whitefield's Continuation of the Reverend Mr. Whitefield's Journal, from His Arrival at London to His Departure from thence on his Way to Georgia (London: James Hutton, 1739), 114-15. 61"Defy" changed to "despise" in 3rd edn. (1739) only. Page 203 Bold may I wax, exceeding bold My high commission to perform, Nor shrink thy harshest truths t' unfold, But more than meet the gathering storm. Adverse to earth's rebellious throng, Still may I turn my fearless face, Stand as an iron pillar strong, And stedfast as a wall of brass. Give me thy might, thou God of power; Then let or men or fiends assail! Strong in thy strength, I'll stand a tower Impregnable to earth or hell. Congratulation to a Friend, Upon Believing in Christ. What morn on thee with sweeter ray, Or brighter lustre e'er hath shin'd? Be blest the memorable day That gave thee Jesus Christ to find! Gave thee to taste his perfect62 grace, From death to life in him to pass! O how diversify'd the scene, Since first that heart began to beat! 62"Perfect" changed to "pard'ning" in 4th edn. (1743) and 5th edn. (1756). Page 204 Evil and few thy days have been: In suff'ring, and in comfort, great, Oft hast thou groan'd beneath thy load, And sunk into the arms of God!