Wesley Corpus

Spirit of grace, inspire My consecrated heart, Fill me with pure, celestial fire, With all thou hast, or art: My feeble mind transform, And perfectly renew'd Into a saint exalt a worm, A worm into a God! Hymns for Believers. Hymn XXXVIII. How happy are they Who the Master obey! He calls them his friends, And never their joy, or their happiness ends. At Jesus his feet Transported we sit, And all the day long We tell of his goodness, and sing the new song. His goodness we praise, His mercy and grace, And zealously strive Who most his salvation to Jesus shall give. Salvation to God, Who bought us with blood; Thro' Jesus his name Acceptance, and pardon, and heaven we claim. Page 253 By mercy alone He made us his own: His mercy is free; How else could he love such a rebel as me! This still is the cry, He hath lov'd us, but why We never can tell, The effects of his passion we only can feel. We feel it, and pray The world might obey Our Saviour and King, Whose mercy to all his salvation would bring. O that all men would prove His sweetness of love, And come to receive The pardon to all he so freely did give! O that every knee Might bow unto thee! Their ransom and peace, Thee, Jesus, let every sinner confess! O hasten the day: Thou hearst what we say: Thy pleasure be done, And answer thyself, for the prayer is thine own. Hymns for Believers. Hymn XXXIX. O love unknown! God's only Son, All earth and heaven's desire Leaves for me his glorious throne, Doth for me expire. 42John Wesley marked stanzas 6-7 for deletion in his personal copy of the 2nd edn. (1755). Page 254 See, sinners, see He dies for me, For you his life he pours! Blessings rain from yonder tree In eternal showers. Come catch the blood, And life of God, And lose your guilty fears, Rise, releas'd from all your load, Jesus' cross appears! Break hearts of stone To hear him groan, To hear his dying prayer, Father, look with pity down, And my murtherers spare. He prays, and cries! He bleeds, and dies! Appeas'd by sacred gore God accepts his sacrifice, Man is curst no more.