Wesley Corpus

We the paths of death pursued With the thoughtless multitude, Worldly good was all our aim, Pleasure, power, and wealth, and fame. But thy tender pity saw, Stopp'd us by a sacred awe, Us our fatal error shew'd, Turn'd, and brought us back to God. Walking in thy pleasant ways, Humbly still we sue for grace, Thy directing aid implore; Never let us wander more: Lest again we start aside, Lord, be thou our constant guide, Kindly take us by the hand, Lead us to the promis'd land. Another On a Journey. Come all, whoe'er have set Your faces Sion-ward, In Jesus let us meet, And praise our common Lord, In Jesus let us still walk on, 'Till all appear before his throne. Page 243 Nearer and nearer still We to our country come, To that celestial hill, The weary pilgrim's home, The New Jerusalem above, The seat of everlasting love. The ransom'd sons of God All earthly things we scorn, And to our high abode With songs of praise return, From strength to strength we still proceed, With crowns of joy upon our head. The peace and joy of faith We every moment feel, Redeem'd from sin, and wrath, And death, and earth, and hell, We to our Father's house repair, To meet our elder brother there. Our brother, Saviour, head, Our all in all is he; And in his steps who tread, We soon his face shall see, Shall see him with our glorious friends, And then in heaven our journey ends. Another On a Journey. Come, let us anew Our journey pursue, With vigour arise, And press to our permanent place in the skies. Page 244 Of heavenly birth, Tho' wandring on earth, This is not our place, But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess. At Jesus's call We gave up our all; And still we forego For Jesus's sake our enjoyments below. No longing we find For the country behind, But onward we move, And still we are seeking a country above. A country of joy Without any alloy, We thither repair, Our heart, and our treasure already are there. We march hand in hand To Immanuel's land; No matter what chear We meet with on earth; for eternity's near. The rougher our way, The shorter our stay, The troubles that come Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.