Wesley Corpus

Their glory shall their shame exceed, When sav'd from all indwelling sin, Doubly redeem'd, and free indeed, Their conscience, and their heart is clean. They now of double grace possest, Shall all their souls in thanks employ, Receiv'd into my perfect rest, And crown'd with everlasting joy. Page 28 Part II.17 For I the righteous Lord, and true, Can only righteousness approve; My people all are creatures new, And I in them my image love. I hate the souls that preach a lie, And stumble the believing race, My truth and holiness deny, T' exalt my justifying grace. That rob me of my utmost power, Which would their bosom-sin remove, And hug it to their latest hour, In honour of my pard'ning love. But will I not confirm my word, The purpose of my soul fulfil? The servant shall be as his lord, For who can cross my sovereign will? I will, that they should holy be, Myself will lead them by the hand, Into the truth, the liberty, The glorious rest, the promis'd land. Patience its perfect work shall have, They shall be all entire and whole, I will to all perfection save, And fill their body, spirit, soul. Thus will I make the covenant sure, From them it never shall depart, Who feel, while pure as God is pure, My love, my nature in their heart. είς τÎ παντελές. 17A manuscript precursor of Part II of this hymn appears in MS Shent, 26a. Page 29 Their seed by characters divine Shall be among the Gentiles known, And in a land of darkness shine, When all are perfected in one. Whoe'er behold their heavenly grace, Their glory shining from within, Shall own them the peculiar race, Whom God hath blest from all their sin. My soul doth magnify the Lord, (Then every chosen one shall cry) Wash'd by the water and the word, I triumph in the Lord most high. My God hath sav'd me from all sin, His everlasting righteousness Into my new-born soul brought in, And fill'd with heavenly joy and peace. The righteousness of saints I wear, Which he the King of saints hath wrought, Salvation from all guilt, and fear, From pride, and every evil thought. Jesus my garments hath put on, Hath cloath'd me with the milk-white vest, And sanctified thro' faith alone, And in his glorious image drest.