Wesley Corpus

He left his throne above, Empty'd of all, but love: Whom the heav'ns cannot contain God vouchsaf'd a worm t' appear, Lord of glory, Son of man, Poor, and vile, and abject here. His own on earth he sought, His own receiv'd him not: Him, a sign by all blasphem'd, Out cast and despis'd of men, Him they all a madman deem'd, Bold to scoff the Nazarene. Hail Galilean King! Thy humble state I sing; Never shall my triumphs end, Hail derided majesty, Jesus, hail! The sinner's friend, Friend of Publicans and me! Thine eye observ'd my pain, Thou good Samaritan! Spoil'd I lay, and bruis'd by sin, Gasp'd my faint, expiring soul, Wine and oil thy love pour'd in, Clos'd my wounds, and made me whole. Page 51 40First appeared in HSP (1739), 170-71. Hail the life giving Lord, Divine, engrafted word! Thee the Life my soul has found, Thee the Resurrection prov'd: Dead I heard the quick'ning sound, Own'd thy voice; believ'd and lov'd! With thee gone up on high I live, no more to die: First and Last, I feel thee now, Witness of thy empty tomb, Alpha and Omega thou Wast, and art, and art to come! Hymn to Christ.40 Still, O my soul prolong The never ceasing song! Christ my theme, my hope, my joy; His be all my happy days, Praise my ev'ry hour employ, Ev'ry breath be spent in praise. His would I wholly be Who liv'd and dy'd for me: Grief was all his life below, Pain, and poverty, and loss: Mine the sins that bruis'd him so, Scourg'd and nail'd him to the cross. Page 52 He bore the curse of all, A spotless criminal: Burden'd with a world of guilt, Blacken'd with imputed sin, Man to save his blood he spilt, Dy'd, to make the sinner clean. Join earth and heav'n to bless The LORD our righteousness! Myst'ry of redemption this, This the Saviour's strange design, Man's offence was counted his, Ours is righteousness divine. Far as our parent's fall The gift is come to all: Sinn'd we all, and dy'd in one? Just in one we all are made, Christ the law fulfill'd alone, Dy'd for all, for all obey'd.