Wesley Corpus

No other end of life I know, I would not live one hour below, But to shew forth thy praise, To suffer all thy gracious will, And all thy counsel to fulfil, And blazon all thy grace. For this my soul exults in hope, Joyful to take her burthen up, And still her flesh to bear, Ready but now to take her flight, And spring into the realms of light, And see thy glory there. Yet since thy will ordains it so, Thy heaven I can awhile forego, Thy heaven itself for thee: Thy good and perfect will to prove, To do thy will like those above Is heaven enough for me. After a Recovery. Hymn II.57 God of my life, thy love I praise: What riches of restoring grace 56Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 177; and MS Clarke, 166. 57A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Cheshunt, 172-73. Page 274 Hast thou on me, on me, bestow'd! In answer to thy people's prayer, My body breaths this ambient air, My soul is circumfus'd with God. Thou, Lord, thy promise hast fulfill'd, The prayer of faith the sick hath heal'd, Thy strength is in my weakness shewn: Thy goodness here with joy I see, And give the glory all to thee; Thine is the work, and thine alone. Thou only didst the souls incline, The gracious souls thou callest thine, In my distress to feel their part: Thy love infus'd the tender care, And bad thy dearest children bear My vileness on their faithful heart. Thy Spirit in their hearts did cry; Thy Spirit would not let me die, 'Till I had thy salvation seen: Thy Spirit shall the grace impart, And change, and purify my heart, And make me glorious all within. With me he doth ev'n now reside, And in me he shall soon abide, Spirit of health, and power, and love; I shall obtain the perfect grace, In holiness behold thy face, And serve thee like thy hosts above. The earnest in my heart I feel; Spirit of truth, apply thy seal, And stamp me with the stamp divine; Now, Lord, the glorious grace display, And seal me to redemption's day, And keep my soul forever thine. Page 275 For a Sick Child.58