Wesley Corpus

Upon me lay thy mighty hand, My words and thoughts restrain, Bow my whole soul to thy command, Nor let my faith be vain. 73Ori., "2"; a misprint. Page 88 Prisoner of hope, I wait the hour Which shall salvation bring, When all I am shall own thy power, And call my Jesus King. Thou wilt, I stedfastly believe, Thou wilt the captive free, Freedom, full, perfect freedom give, And more than victory. Tho' now to every sin inclin'd, I shall be as thou art, Lowly as thine shall be my mind, And meek and pure my heart. Anger, and lust thou wilt expel, And pride by stronger grace, They can in me no longer dwell, When Jesus fills the place. Thy presence, Lord, the place shall fill, My heart shall be thy throne, Thy holy, just, and perfect will Shall in my flesh be done. I thank thee for the future grace, And now in hope rejoice, In confidence to see thy face, And always hear thy voice: I have the things I ask of thee, What shall I more require? That still my soul may restless be, And only thee desire. Or let me (if I more would have) This last desire submit, And lye, till thou seest good to save, Expecting at thy feet. Page 89 Thy only will be done, not mine, But make me, Lord, thy home, Come when thou wilt, I that resign, But O! My Jesus, come! Psalm cx. 1. The Lord unto my Lord hath said, Sit thou, in glory sit, Till I thine enemies have made To bow beneath thy feet. Jesu, my Lord, mighty to save, What can my hopes withstand, When thee my advocate I have Enthron'd at God's right hand? I fear nor earth, nor sin, nor hell, And death hath lost his sting, In vain a while thy foes rebel, Thou Jesus art my King. Nature is subject to thy word, All power to thee is given, The uncontroll'd Almighty Lord Of hell, and earth, and heaven. And shall my sins thy will oppose? Jesu, thy right maintain, O let not thine usurping foes In me thy servant reign. Master, on thee my soul is stay'd? Thou wilt not quit thy claim, Thou only hast my ransom paid, And only thine I am. Page 90