Wesley Corpus

Wisely let me mourn my dead, Live according to his will, In the Saviour's footsteps tread, All my calling's works fulfil, Act thro' life the decent part, Give to God my broken heart. Happy soul! What wills he now? (God and he desire the same) Wills he I should set my brow, Glory in my Master's shame, Him with simple faith confess, Stand with Jesus' witnesses! Would he I should closer cleave To the souls that cleave to God? Still into my heart receive All who know th' atoning blood, Page 200 Only in the saints delight, Walk with Christ and them in white? Teach me, O my guide, my friend, Heavenly Counseller divine, To thy secret purpose bend This obedient heart of mine, Make thine utmost pleasure known, All thy will on me be done.50 Lead me into every deed Which for me thou hast prepar'd, Me with all thy children lead To my infinite reward, To my friend that waits above, To my throne of glorious love. Hymns for Widows. Hymn VI. Thou very present aid In suffering and distress, The soul, which still on thee is stay'd, Is kept in perfect peace; The soul by faith reclin'd On his Redeemer's breast, Midst raging storms exults to find An everlasting rest. Sorrow and fear are gone, Whene'er thy face appears, It stills the sighing orphan's moan, And dries the widow's tears, It hallows every cross, It sweetly comforts me, And makes me now forget my loss; And lose myself in thee. 50Ori., "on me done"; corrected in 2nd edn. (1756). Page 201 Peace to the troubled heart, Health to the sin-sick mind, The wounded spirit's balm thou art, The healer of mankind: In deep affliction blest With thee I mount above, And sing, triumphantly distrest, Thine all-sufficient love. Jesus, to whom I fly, Doth all my wishes fill, In vain the creature-streams are dry, I have the fountain still. Stript of my earthly friends I find them all in one, And peace, and joy, that never ends, And heaven, in Christ alone! Hymns for Widows. Hymn VII. O my tender-hearted Lord, How shall I thy grace commend! True I find thee to thy word, Thee I find the widow's friend; Nearest in our greatest need, Present at thy mourner's call, Thou, O God, art love indeed, Thou, O Christ, art all in all.