Wesley Corpus

The word is now gone forth from thee, It must, it must be done, My Jesus shall be form'd in me, And I shall have a Son. Faith in thy power thou seest I have, For thou this faith hast wrought, Dead souls thou callest from their grave, And speakest worlds from nought. Things that are not as tho' they were, Thou callest by their name, Present with thee the future are, With thee the great I AM. In hope against all human hope Self-desp'rate I believe, Thy quick'ning word shall raise me up, Thou shalt thy Spirit give. Page 253 According to thy faithful word It shall to me be done, And I shall soon receive my Lord, And I shall have a Son. Regardless now of flesh and blood, Of my forlorn estate, I own my soul is dead to God, Yet for the word I wait. I count not now the tedious years I have been dead in sin, But calmly wait till Christ appears, Till Jesus lives within. The thing surpasses all my thought, But faithful is my Lord, Thro' unbelief I stagger not, For God hath spoke the word. Faith, mighty faith the promise sees, And looks to that alone, Laughs at impossibilities, And cries, It shall be done. To thee the glory of thy power, And faithfulness I give, I shall in Christ, at that glad hour, And Christ in me shall live. Before thee I my heart persuade, I know that thou art true, Fully assur'd what thou hast said, Thou able art to do. Thy truth, and power, and love I plead, On this I rest secure, To all of faithful Abraham's seed The gracious word is sure. Page 254 Thy Son thou hast on all bestow'd, That all who him receive Might die to sin, and live to God, To God alone might live. I, even I believe in him, Him with my mouth confess, And faith I know in thy esteem Is counted righteousness. Obedient faith that waits on thee Thou never wilt reprove, But thou wilt form thy Son in me, And perfect me in love. "Fight the good fight of faith." 1 Timothy vi. 12. Jesu, my King, to thee I bow, Enlisted under thy command, Captain of my salvation thou Shalt lead me to the promis'd land.