Wesley Corpus

Mould them according to thy will, And set the city on the hill, The fairly rising race, To scatter light on all around, And to succeeding times resound Thine everlasting praise. Page 40 Hymn XLIV. For the Scholars. O thou, whose providential grace Hath been in our behalf made known, From different parts by secret ways Whose eye hath drawn us into one, The things most excellent t' approve, And learn the power of dying LOVE: We lift our thankful hearts to thee, And gladly close with thy design, With early zeal from evil flee, In following after Jesus join, And long to feel his sprinkled blood, And long to cry, My Lord, my God! Father, to us thy Spirit give, Him in our youthful hearts reveal, Him by whose precious death we live, Redeem'd from sin, and earth, and hell, Thro' whom our Eden we regain, And then in heavenly glory reign. Now, Lord, the gracious work begin, His blood to every soul apply, Assure me of my pardon'd sin, Confirm, and throughly sanctify, Prepare us for that endless rest, And take thy children to thy breast. Hymn XLV. How sad our state by nature is, While enemies to God, We wander from the way of peace, And throng the downward road! Page 41 As a wild ass's colt is man, Untaught and unconfin'd, 'Till discipline his will restrain, And faith inform his mind. But O, with what reluctant strife Do men themselves forego! How late begin the work of life, How late their Saviour know! Call'd in the morning of their day, How few like us are blest! Us, if we now the call obey, And fly to Jesu's breast. This, Lord, is our sincere desire To find our rest in thee, To do whate'er thy laws require In true simplicity; The inward change, that second birth, By faith divine to prove, And practise all thy will on earth, As angels do above. Hymn XLVI. Happy Samuel, to God In his infancy restor'd! In his Maker's house he stood, Ministring before the Lord: There he liv'd to God alone, Pure from sin's infecting stain, Grew in years and wisdom on, Favour'd both by God and man. Happy child! Who gain'd a place To his heavenly Lord so near! Happier still, who found the grace, God's majestic voice to hear!