Wesley Corpus

Be it weariness and pain To slothful flesh and blood, Yet we will the cross sustain, And bless the welcome load, All our griefs to God display, And humbly pour out our complaint; Pray we, c. Let us patiently endure, And still our wants declare; All the promises are sure To persevering prayer: 'Till we see the perfect day, And each wakes up a sinless27 saint, Pray we, c. Pray we on, when all-renew'd, And perfected in love, 'Till we see the Saviour-God Descending from above, All his heavenly charms survey, Beyond what angel-minds can paint, Pray we, c. Pray we, in the realms of light 'Till we behold his face, Faith shall there be lost in sight, And prayer in endless praise, Blest thro' one eternal day, Possest of all that God28 can grant; There we need not,29 cannot pray, For heaven is30 all we want. 27John Wesley substituted "spotless" for "sinless" in manuscript in his personal copy of the 2nd edn. (1756). 28John Wesley underlined "all that God" in his personal copy of the 2nd edn. (1756), and wrote "Q" in the margin at the end of the line. 29John Wesley underlined "need not" in his personal copy of the 2nd edn. (1756). 30John Wesley underlined "heaven is" in his personal copy of the 2nd edn. (1756). Page 40 On the Loss of His Friends. Hymn I. Take these broken reeds away! On the Rock of Ages I Calmly now my spirit stay, Now on Christ alone rely, Every other prop resign, Sure the sinners' friend is mine. Fly, my friends, with treacherous speed, Melt as snow before the sun, Leave me at my greatest need, Leave me to my God alone, To my help which cannot fail, To my friend unchangeable. O! How constant is my Lord, While I to his promise cleave! True, and faithful to his word, Me my Lord will never leave, None shall us by violence part, None shall tear me from his heart. Keep me then, my Lord, my love, Keep me close to thy dear31 breast, 'Till thou take me up above, 'Till I gain the heavenly rest, Seated on thy glorious throne, With thyself forever one. On the Loss of His Friends. Hymn II.