Wesley Corpus

Thou all our works in us hast wrought, Our good is all divine, The praise of every virtuous thought, Or righteous work, is thine: From thee, thro' Jesus, we receive The power on thee to call, In whom we are, and move, and live, Our God is all in all. "It is God which worketh in you both to will and to do." Philippians ii. 13. Hymn II. How empty then the former boast, The impotence of pride, When in ourselves we put our trust, And on our works relied: Strong in our liberty of will, Our nature's noble powers, We vow'd to scale the heavenly hill, And seize the crown as ours. The stress of our salvation, we On human efforts laid: Or if sometimes we mention'd thee, And slightly ask'd thine aid, Our own attempts, we thought, should gain For us the glorious prize, Our meritorious toil and pain Should lift us to the skies. Page 233 Our own desires, tho' weak, sincere, Our own endeavours stood, T' atone for our transgressions here, In place of Jesu's blood. Alas for us! We knew not then His blood and righteousness, Thro' which alone the sons of men May all be sav'd, by grace. "It is God which worketh in you both to will and to do." Philippians ii. 13. Hymn III. But now, my gracious God, thy love Hath taught me better things: My all is given me from above, From thee salvation springs. Freely thy love delights to save, And ransoms without price; Mercy thou wilt on sinners have, And not our sacrifice. Jesus for me the winepress trod, He paid our debt alone, He bought our pardon with his blood, And did for all atone. We nothing think, or speak, or do, Thy favour to procure: But when my heart believes thee true, The grace to me is sure. 'Tis not of him that wills or runs, That labours or desires: In answer to my Saviour's groans, Thy love my breast inspires: The meritorious cause I see, That precious blood divine, And I, since Jesus died for me, Shall live forever thine. Page 234 Thanksgiving for Deliverance from Pain.