Wesley Corpus

Let us with all his saints agree, With all his hosts above; Part of his family are we, His family of love. Worthless are our best offerings, Our songs are void of art, Yet God accepts the smallest things, Giv'n with a willing heart. Us for the sake of Christ he loves Who did our souls redeem, And all our childish thoughts approves, When offer'd up thro' him. He makes us his peculiar care; While by his Spirit led, We all his genuine children are, And on his bounty feed. Though men despise our infancy, Angels attend our ways, On us they wait, yet always see Our heavenly Father's face. Page 71 25Appeared first in HSP (1742), 201-2; included in Hymns for Children (1747), 5-6. Surrounded by a flaming host The bright cherubic powers: Not all the kings of earth can boast Of such a guard as ours. And while th' angelic army sings, With them we feebly join T' extol the glorious King of kings, The majesty divine. Hymn LXXIV.25 Lover of little children, thee, O Jesus, we adore; Our kind and loving Saviour be, Both now and evermore. O take us up into thine arms, And we are truly blest, Thy new-born babes are safe from harms, While harbour'd in thy breast. There let us ever, ever sleep Strangers to guilt and care, Free from the world of evil keep Our tender spirits there. Still as we grow in years, in grace And wisdom let us grow, But never leave thy dear embrace, But never evil know. Strong let us in thy grace abide, But ignorant of ill; In malice, subtlety, and pride Let us be children still. Lover of little children, thee, O Jesus, we adore, Our kind and loving Saviour be Both now and evermore. Page 72 Hymn LXXV. Jesus, Son of David, hear, Thou whom angels glorify, Bless thine infant-worshipper, Me who now hosanna cry, Hardly understand the word; Yet I humbly pray for grace, Teach my heart to call thee Lord, Teach my heart to mean thy praise. Me, they say, thy hands have made, Me, thy precious blood hath bought: But without thy Spirit's aid, This surpasses all my thought: Saviour, to my heart explain, Maker both of earth and sky, How could God become a man? How could God for sinners die?