Wesley Corpus

Grant me now the bliss to feel Of those that are in thee: Son of God, thyself reveal, O stamp95 thy name on me; As in heaven be here ador'd, And let me now the promise prove: Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love. "Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus." Philippians ii. 5.96 Jesu, shall I never be Firmly grounded upon thee? Never by thy work abide, Never in thy wounds reside! Oh! How wavering is my mind, Tost about with every wind! Oh! How quickly doth my heart From the living God depart! Easily I fall away, Never am I at one stay; Strong in faith I seem this hour, Stript the next of all my power. Faith is lost in unbelief, Joy is swallow'd up of grief: Hope, my latest hope expires, God, my angry God, retires. Vanishing out of my sight, Jesus leaves me sunk in night; Where shall I my Jesus find, Helpless I, and dark, and blind? 95"O stamp" changed to "Engrave" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. 96CW apparently sent a manuscript copy to Sarah Perrin in Nov. 1741; see Perrin to CW, Dec. 1, 1741. Page 222 Seek, O seek me, Lord, again, Let not all thy gifts be vain, Comfort to my soul restore, Come, and never leave me more. Jesu, let my nature feel Thou art God unchangeable: JAH, JEHOVAH, great I AM, Speak into my soul thy name. Fruit that I may bear, ordain; That my fruit may still remain, Make my heart, and keep it true, After God my soul renew. Grant, that every moment I May believe, and feel thee nigh, Stedfastly behold thy face, 'Stablish'd with abiding grace. Plant, and root, and fix in me All the mind that was in thee: Settled peace I then shall find; Jesu's is a quiet mind. When it doth in me appear, I shall nothing covet here. I shall cast the world behind; Jesu's is an heavenly mind. Then th' accursed lust of praise Shall in me no more have place; Pride no more my soul shall bind; Jesu's is an humble mind. Anger I no more shall feel, Always quiet, always still; Meekly on my God reclin'd; Jesu's is a gentle mind. Page 223