Wesley Corpus

Breathe on us, Lord, in this our day, And these dry bones shall live, Speak peace into our hearts, and say The Holy Ghost receive. Whom now we seek O might we meet! Jesus the crucified, Shew us thy bleeding hands and feet, Thou who for us hast died. Cause us thy record to receive, Speak, and the tokens shew, "O be not faithless, but believe In me, who died for you." Lord, I believe for me, ev'n me Thy wounds were open'd wide, I see the prints, I more than see Thy feet, thy hands, thy side. I cannot fear, I cannot doubt, I feel the sprinkled blood: Let every soul with me cry out Thou art my Lord, my God! Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn L.122 Come, Lord, with thy disciples sit Assembled in thy name, And let us kiss thy bleeding feet, And let us love the Lamb. Is this the time, say, Jesu, say, Wilt thou, O Lord, restore The kingdom to our souls to-day, And bid us sin no more? 122Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Shent, 72a-72b; and MS Thirty, 72-73. Page 326 Now wilt thou make an end of sin, The kingdom of thy peace The joy unspeakable bring in, Th' eternal righteousness! We wait, 'till thou the gift impart, The unction from above: Come quickly, Lord, in every heart Set up thy throne of love. Or, (for it is not ours to know The times by God assign'd) Give us, 'till thou thyself bestow, An humble patient mind. Thee let us praise with one accord, And in thy temple stay, Wait for the coming of our Lord, And without ceasing pray: Still at Jerusalem abide In prospect of thy peace, 'Till thou shalt in our hearts reside, And sin forever cease. Give, when thou wilt, the blessing give, The kingdom from above, But let us all at last receive The power of perfect love. Hymns for Christian Friends. Hymn LI.123 Invitation to Our Absent Friends. Ye followers of the bleeding Lamb, Before your Lord appear, On you we call in Jesu's name, Be all in spirit here. Jesus with us assembled is, Him in the midst we feel, 123Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 38-39; MS Clarke, 40-42; and MS Shent, 72b-73a. Page 327 Come share with us the glorious bliss, The joy unspeakable.