Wesley Corpus

Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own, Thy secret to me shall soon be made known, 6Ori., "heart"; corrected in errata. Page 119 For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe. Another A Thanksgiving. O heavenly King, look down from above, Assist us to sing thy mercy and love, So sweetly o'reflowing, so plenteous the store, Thou still art bestowing, and giving us more. O God of our life, we hallow thy name; Our business and strife is thee to proclaim; Accept our thanksgiving for creating grace, The living the living shall shew forth thy praise. Our Father and Lord Almighty art thou; Preserv'd by thy word, we worship thee now, The bountiful donor of all we enjoy, Our tongues to thine honour and lives we employ. But O above all thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall which saves the lost race, Thy Son thou hast given a world to redeem, And bring us to heaven whose trust is in him. Wherefore of thy LOVE we sing and rejoice With angels above we lift up our voice: Thy LOVE each believer shall gladly adore, For ever and ever when time is no more. Another A Thanksgiving.7 My Father, my God, I long for thy love, O shed it abroad, send Christ from above; My heart ever fainting he only can chear, And all things are wanting till Jesus is there. 7John Wesley ascribes this hymn to Charles in Some Remarks on Hill's "Review" (1772). Page 120 O when shall my tongue be fill'd with thy praise, While all the day long I publish thy grace, Thy honour and glory to sinners forth shew, Till sinners adore thee, and own thou art true. Thy strength and thy power I now can proclaim, Preserv'd every hour thro' Jesus's8 name; For thou art still by me, and holdest my hand, No ill can come nigh me, by faith while I stand. My God is my guide, thy mercies abound, On every side they compass me round: Thou sav'st me from sickness, from sin dost retrieve, And strengthen my weakness, and bid me believe. Thou holdest my soul in spiritual life, My foes dost controul, and quiet their strife: Thou rulest my passion, my pride, and self-will, To see thy salvation thou bid'st me "Stand still!"