Wesley Corpus

Thy body torn, Thy soul forlorn, Must strengthen my petition, Force my stubbornness to mourn In tears of true contrition. Now, Lord, appear As slaughter'd here, In thy last conflict crying O "'Tis done!" I see him near My love, my Jesus dying! I feel applied The crimson tide, That makes my conscience pure, Saviour, keep me in thy side, And all my heaven is sure. Page 258 Hymns for Believers. Hymn XLII. Rejoice, and sing, (The Lord is King) And make a chearful noise, To God your ceaseless praises bring, Again I say, Rejoice. Ye sons of grace, Your voices raise, And rival those above, Delight in your Redeemer's praise, And dwell upon his love. The great I AM From heaven he came, To make that heaven our own: Bow every knee to Jesu's name And kiss the incarnate Son. The Son of God Pour'd out his blood And soul in sacrifice: Plunge all in that mysterious flood, That bears you to the skies. The victim slain Arose again, Returning from the dead: Ye saints, essay your choicest strain, And shout your living head: Who left the sky, Went up on high, Page 259 And re-assum'd his own: Ye saints to yon bright regions fly, And light upon his throne. His glorious reign He shall maintain; Your crowns from him receive, And live, redeem'd from death and pain, As long as God shall live. Hymns for Believers. Hymn XLIII.43 "Come, for all things are now ready." Luke xiv. 7. Sinners, obey the gospel-word, Haste to the supper of my Lord; Be wise to know your gracious day, All things are ready; come away. Ready the Father is to own, And kiss his late-returning son; Ready your loving Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. Ready the Spirit of his love Just now the stony to remove, T' apply, and witness with the blood, And wash, and seal the sons of God. Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate; Tuning their harps they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace. 43Published previously in Festival Hymns (1746), 44-46. Manuscript precursors appear in MS Cheshunt, 86-87; and MS Clarke, 98-100. Page 260 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Is ready with their shining host, All heaven is ready to resound "The dead's alive, the lost is found!"