Wesley Corpus

Sent forth I am to reap the field, On which I had no pains bestow'd, My Lord broke up the ground, and till'd, And sow'd it with the seed of God. Entred into his work I am; Not unto me the praise is due, Not unto me: I all disclaim, God, only God, is kind, and true. Who wrought the work shall have the praise, Jesus hath labour'd for our good, He purchas'd all the fallen race, He watred all the earth with blood. Page 310 His grace hath brought salvation nigh, His grace hath roll'd away the stone: And now he hears these sinners cry, And deeply for redemption groan. He hears, and he will soon redeem; Then let us all our voices raise, Worship, and strength ascribe to him, And might, and majesty, and praise. Honour, and endless thanks, and love, And glory be to Jesus given, By saints below, and saints above, By all in earth, and all in heaven. After Preaching to the Newcastle Colliers.75 Hymn I. Ye neighbours, and friends of Jesus, draw near; His love condescends, by titles so dear To call, and invite you his triumph to prove, And freely delight you in Jesus his love. The shepherd who died his sheep to redeem, On every side are gather'd to him, The weary and burthen'd, the reprobate race, And wait to be pardon'd thro' Jesus his grace. The publicans all, and sinners draw near, They come at his call their Saviour to hear, Lamenting and mourning, their sin is so great, And daily returning, they fall at his feet. 75Published previously as Thanksgiving for Colliers (London: Strahan, 1742). Manuscript precursors appear in MS Cheshunt, 11-13; and MS Clarke, 12-15. Page 311 The poor, and the blind, the halt, and the lame, Are willing to find in Jesus his name Their help and salvation; which still they retrieve: There's no condemnation for them that believe. The drunkards, and thieves, and harlots return; For him, that receives poor sinners, they mourn: The common blasphemer on Jesus doth call, His loving Redeemer who suffered for all. The outcasts of men their Saviour pursue; In horror, and pain the profligate crew Cry out for a Saviour, a Saviour unknown, And look to find favour thro' mercy alone.