Wesley Corpus

A pardning God of mercy, I Iniquity, and sin forgive; Those, only those I leave to die, Who will not come to me, and live Who will not in my mercy trust And find me good, shall find me just. The guilty I will never clear, But make on them mine anger known, Visit their sin in judgments here, And scourge the Father in the Son; My wrath to distant heirs extends, And never, but in Jesus, ends. Hymns for a Preacher of the Gospel. Hymn IV.67 To thee, great God of love, I bow, And prostrate in thy sight adore: By faith I see thee passing now: I have; but still I ask for more: A glimpse of love cannot suffice, My soul for all thy presence cries. I cannot see thy face, and live! Then let me see thy face, and die: Now, Lord, my gasping spirit receive; Give me, on eagle's wings to fly, 67A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Shent, 170b-171a. Page 290 With eagle's eyes on thee to gaze, And plunge into the glorious blaze. The fulness of my great reward A blest eternity shall be, But hast thou not on earth prepar'd Some better thing than this for me? What, but one drop! One transient sight! I want a sun, a sea of light. Moses thy backward parts might view, But not a perfect sight obtain: The gospel doth thy fulness shew, To us by the commandment slain; The dead to sin shall find the grace; The pure in heart shall see thy face. More favour'd than the saints of old, Who now thro' faith approach to thee, Shall all with open face behold In Christ the glorious deity, Shall see, and put the Godhead on, The nature of thy sinless Son. This, this is our high calling's prize: Thine image in thy Son I claim, And still to higher glories rise, 'Till all-transform'd I know thy name, And glide to all my heaven above, My highest heaven of Jesu's love. Hymns for a Preacher of the Gospel. Hymn V.68 Yet hear me, for thy people hear, If I have with my Lord found grace, To every rebel soul appear, And bear with the backsliding race; 68A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Shent, 171a-171b. Page 291 Amongst thy stiffneck'd people go, And all thy patient pity shew.