Wesley Corpus

We that are Christ's have crucified The flesh, and every worldly lust; And still we feel the blood applied, And in a present Saviour trust. Sin shall not have dominion now, Or in our mortal body reign, To Satan's yoke we scorn to bow; And cast away his servile chain. To those dear wounds we calmly fly, Whence rivers of salvation flow; And thence, when sin draws near, defy A feeble, vanquish'd, dying foe. Redemption thro' thy blood we have, And strength, and righteousness in thee, And still we find thee near to save, And faith is still the victory. Thou keepest us in perfect peace: The peace a constant power imparts, And forces sin and strife to cease, And rules in all believing hearts. Thy help we every moment feel; We own thee good, and strong, and true, And fill'd with power invincible, Thro' Jesus we can all things do. Thro' thee we can in faith abide, And stedfast to the end endure, 'Till every soul is sanctified, And pure as God himself is pure. Page 230 Hymns for Believers. Hymn XXIV.32 Jesu, great shepherd of the sheep, To thee for help we fly; Thy little flock in safety keep, For O! The wolf is nigh. He comes of hellish malice full, To scatter, tear, and slay; He seizes every straggling soul, As his own lawful prey. Us into thy protection take, And gather with thine arm; Unless the fold we first forsake, The wolf can never harm. We laugh to scorn his cruel power, While at our shepherd's side; The sheep he never can devour, Unless he first divide. O do not suffer him to part The souls that here agree; But make us of one mind and heart, And keep us one in thee. Together let us sweetly live, Together let us die, And each a starry crown receive, And reign above the sky. Keep us 'till then in perfect peace, And call us each to prove An endless age of heavenly bliss, An endless age of love. 32Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Shent, 55a; and MS Thirty, 116-17. Page 231 Hymns for Believers. Hymn XXV. Thanksgiving.33 In Jesus's name on sinners I call, My Saviour proclaim, who suffer'd for all: My friends and my neighbours, who pitied my pain, Rejoice, that my labours have not been in vain.