Wesley Corpus

From actual, and from inbred sin Us thou hast wash'd in thine own blood, Thy blood hath more than made us140 clean, Hath made us kings and priests to God. 140Charles Wesley changed "more than made us" to "made us more than" in All in All (1761). Page 279 Wherefore to thee all honour, praise, Dominion, power, and thanks we give, While to the glory of thy grace Through all eternity we live. Revelation i. 7. Behold he comes! And every eye Shall see him in the clouds draw near! The judge, to those who made him die In vain, shall terribly appear: Who pierc'd him by their sins beneath, Expos'd afresh, and crucified, Renounc'd their interest in his death, And bought by him, their Lord denied. Rebellious worms, they would not take The grace he waited long to give, But cast his words behind their back, And would not come to him, and live. Him shall they see with wrath return, 'Gainst those who made his offers vain, And all the tribes of earth shall mourn, Adjudg'd to everlasting pain. The unbelieving world shall wail, And gnaw their tongues, and gnash their teeth; But we, who let his grace prevail, Shall never taste that second death. We with our Lord shall always live, The God of our salvation praise, To him alone rejoice to give The glory of his sovereign grace. Page 280 Come, gracious Lord, we wait thy day, We languish to be taken home; No longer let thy chariot stay; Come, gracious Lord, to judgment come. Revelation i. 10, 11, c. Say, which of you would see the Lord? Ye all may now obtain the grace, Behold him in the written word, Where John unveils the Saviour's face. Clear as the trumpet's voice he speaks To every soul that turns his ear, Amidst the golden candlesticks He walks: and lo! He now is here! Present to all believing souls They see him with an eagle's eye: Down to his feet a garment rolls, Stain'd with a glorious crimson dye. A golden girdle binds his breast, (Whence streams of consolation flow, Milk for his new-born babes, who rest In him, nor other comforts know.) His form is as the Son of man, His eyes are as a flame of fire; They dart a sin-consuming pain, And life, and joy divine inspire.