Wesley Corpus

O let thy love our hearts constrain! Jesus the crucified, What hast thou done our hearts to gain, Languish'd, and groan'd, and died! Who would not now pursue the way Where Jesu's footsteps shine? Who would not own the pleasing sway Of charity divine? Saviour, look down with pitying eyes, Our jarring wills controul; Let cordial, kind affections rise, And harmonize the soul. Thee let us feel benignly near, With all thy quick'ning powers, The sounding of thy bowels hear, And answer thee with ours. O let us find the antient way Our wond'ring foes to move, And force the heathen world to say, "See how these Christians love!" Page 120 For the Anniversary Day of One's Conversion. Glory to God, and praise, and love Be ever, ever given; By saints below, and saints above, The church in earth and heaven. On this glad day the glorious Sun Of righteousness arose, On my benighted soul he shone, And fill'd it with repose. Sudden expir'd the legal strife, 'Twas then I ceas'd to grieve, My second, real, living life I then began to live. Then with my heart I first believ'd, Believ'd, with faith divine, Power with the Holy Ghost receiv'd To call the Saviour mine. I felt my Lord's atoning blood Close to my soul applied; Me, me he lov'd the Son of God For me, for me he died! Page 121 I found, and own'd his promise true, Ascertain'd of my part, My pardon pass'd in heaven I knew When written on my heart. O for a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace. My gracious Master, and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread thro' all the earth abroad The honours of thy name. Jesus the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis musick in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace! He breaks the power of cancell'd sin, He sets the prisoner free: His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood avail'd for me. He speaks; and listening to his voice, New life the dead receive, The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. Page 122 Hear him ye deaf, his praise ye dumb Your loosen'd tongues employ, Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, And leap, ye lame, for joy.