Wesley Corpus

I stand and admire thine outstretched arm, I walk thro' the fire, and suffer no harm, Assaulted by evil, I scorn to submit, The world and the devil fall under my feet. I wrestle not now, but trample on sin, For with me art thou, and shalt9 be within, While stronger and stronger in Jesus's10 power, I go on to conquer, till sin is no more. 8Ori., "Jesus his name"; changed in 3rd edn. (1756). 9Ori., "shall"; corrected in errata. 10Ori., "Jesus his power"; changed in 3rd edn. (1756). Page 121 Hymn to the Trinity. God of unexhausted grace Of everlasting love, Overpower'd before thy face I fall, and dare not move: What hast thou for sinners done! For so poor a worm as me! Thou hast given thy11 only Son, To bring us back to thee. Suffering, sin-atoning God, Thy hallow'd name I bless, Jesus, lavish of thy blood, To buy the sinner's peace! Gushing from thy sacred veins Let it now my soul o'reflow, Purge out all my sinful stains, And wash me white as snow. Holy Ghost, set to thy seal, The life of Jesus breathe, The deep things of God reveal, Apply my Saviour's death: With the Father and the Son Soon as one in thee I am, All my nature shall make known The glories of the Lamb. Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Thy Godhead we adore, Join with the triumphant host Who praise thee evermore: Live by heaven and earth ador'd, Three in One, and One in Three, Holy, holy, holy Lord, All glory be to thee! 11"Thy" changed to "thine" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. Page 122 On His Birth Day. Oft have I cursed my natal day, While strug'ling in the legal strife, And wish'd for wings to fly away, And murmur'd to be held in life: But O! My blasphemies are o'er, I curse my day, my God no more. His grace, which I abus'd so long, Hath this, and all my sins forgiven, I now have learnt a better song, I chearfully look up to heaven, With joy upon my head return, And bless the day that I was born. How could I, Lord, thy goodness grieve, How could I do thee such despight? At last I thankfully receive The gift of thy continued light, No longer I thy favours spurn, But bless the day that I was born.