Wesley Corpus

Where is the glorious church below, From every spot and wrinkle free! The trees that to perfection grow, The saints that blameless walk with thee, Adorn'd in linnen white and clean, The born of God that cannot sin! 37Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 105-7; MS Clarke, 121-22; and MS Shent, 179a-179b. Page 187 Where are in Christ the creatures new, The mon'ments of thy saving power, The witnesses that God is true, The pillars that go out no more, Th' election of peculiar grace, The chosen priests, the royal race? Where are the spirits to Jesus join'd, Freed from the law of death and sin? The Saviour's pure and spotless mind? The endless righteousness brought in? The heavenly man, the heart renew'd, The living portraiture of God? The Spirit of power, and health, and love, The pledge, the witness, and the seal, Th' unerring unction from above, The glorious gift unspeakable, The hidden life, the wide-spread leaven, The law fulfilled in earth and heaven! Can the good God his grace deny? Th' Almighty God want power to save? Th' omniscient err? The faithful lie? All, all thy attributes we have; Thy wisdom, power, and goodness join To save us, with an oath divine. Lord, we believe, and rest secure, Thine utmost promises to prove, To rise restor'd, and throughly pure, In all the image of thy love, Fill'd with the glorious life unknown, Forever sanctified in one. Page 188 Hymns for Those that Wait for Full Redemption. Hymn XXXI.38 Prisoners of hope, arise, And see your Lord appear; Lo! On the wings of love he flies, And brings redemption near! Redemption in his blood He calls you to receive; Come unto me, the pardning God, Believe, he cries, believe. The reconciling word We thankfully embrace, Rejoice in our redeeming Lord, A blood-besprinkled race: We yield to be set free, Thy council we approve, Salvation, praise ascribe to thee, And glory in thy love. Jesus, to thee we look, 'Till sav'd from sin's remains, Reject the inbred tyrant's yoke, And cast away his chains: Our nature shall no more O'er us dominion have; By faith we apprehend the power, Which shall forever save. In sure and stedfast hope To be redeem'd below, On to the holy mountain's top We all exulting go: 38Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Shent, 189a-189b; and MS Thirty, 218.