Wesley Corpus

They tell me thou art good indeed, And would'st to all thy grace impart; Put then thy hands upon my head, Put faith into my simple heart. Thee may I for my portion chuse, To thee thro' life obedient prove, And now obtain, and never lose The blessing of my Saviour's love. Hymn LXXX. Jesus his own disciples chid Who out of false esteem The parents foolishly forbid That brought their babes to him. Methinks ev'n now I hear him say In fervent charity, "I will not have them kept away; Bring all your babes to me." Tho' men our simpleness despise, Our Saviour doth maintain They must be small in their own eyes, If they with us would reign. Page 75 To little ones, and not to men, Is grace and glory given, Children they must become again, Or never enter heaven. Hymn LXXXI. Thee, Jesus, the Son Of David I own, By all heaven ador'd, Thou art come from above, in the name of the Lord. To the house I repair Of thanksgiving and prayer, With the children draw nigh, And aloud in the temple hosanna I cry. In my earliest hour I acknowledge thy power, Thy wisdom approve, And am taught by my parents to pray for thy love: Thee, an infant of days With wonder I praise, Thee the God over all I confess, and on thee for salvation I call. Let mercy attend, My soul to defend From offences and sins, While I scarcely can tell what iniquity means: But deliver thine own From the evil unknown, And assist me to cry "Let me live to be good, or in innocence die!" Hymn LXXXII. All glory to God, Who on man hath bestow'd The unspeakable gift of his Son! Little children we sing At the birth of a King, Who will give us a share of his throne. Page 76 His astonishing birth Brings peace upon earth, And praise to his Father above, Who is now reconciled By that innocent child, And his anger is turn'd into love. For Immanuel's sake, Who our nature did take, He is pleas'd with the children of men; And if Christ we believe, Will his rebels receive To the arms of his mercy again.