Wesley Corpus

Forth at thy call, O Lord, I go, Thy counsel to fulfill: 'Tis all my business here below, Father, to do thy will. To do thy will, while here I make My short, unfixt abode, An everlasting home I seek, A city built by God. O when shall I my Canaan gain, The land of promis'd ease, And leave this world of sin and pain, This howling wilderness! Come to my help, come quickly, Lord, For whom alone I sigh, O let me hear the gracious word, And get me up, and die! Page 126 Another Before a Journey. Angels attend ('tis God commands) And make me now your care: Hover around, and in your hands My soul securely bear. With outstretch'd wings my temples shade; To you the charge is given: Are ye not all sent forth to aid Th' anointed heirs of heaven? Servants of God, both yours and mine, Your fellow-servant guard: Sweet is the task, if he enjoin, His service your reward. Then let us join our God to bless, Our Master's praise to sing, The Lord of hosts, the Prince of Peace, Our Father, and our King. At him my mounting spirit aims, My kindling thoughts aspire, (Assist, ye ministerial flames, And raise my raptures higher!) Page 127 Upward on wings of love I fly, Where all his glories blaze, Like you behold with eagle's eye My heavenly Father's face. On a Journey. Saviour, who ready art to hear, (Readier than I to pray) Answer my scarcely utter'd prayer, And meet me on the way. Talk with me, Lord: thyself reveal, While here o'er earth I rove; Speak to my heart, and let it feel The kindling of thy love: With thee conversing I forget All time, and toil, and care: Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And make my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And eccho to thy voice. Page 128 Thou callest me to seek thy face 'Tis all I wish to seek, T' attend the whispers of thy grace, And hear thee inly speak. Let this my every hour employ, Till I thy glory see, Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee. After a Journey.