Wesley Corpus

We in thy strength can all things do, Thro' thee can all things suffer too, When thou the power shalt give, We then by faith shall see thee stand The great high-priest at God's right-hand, Our spirits to receive. Wherefore to thee our souls we trust, Our Saviour to the uttermost To thee we boldly come, With joy upon our heads return, High on the wings of angels born To our eternal home. 15Ori., "we"; changed in 2nd edn. (1745). Page 32 Honour, and praise, O Christ, receive, Thro' whom thy saving name we know, Thou gav'st us freely to believe, And dost a second grace bestow; Call us to bear the hallow'd cross, And suffer for thy glorious cause. Because from sin we turn away, And will not from thy paths depart, Lo! We have made ourselves a prey: Spoil'd of our goods with chearful heart We here our little all restore, And would, but cannot part with more. Far better goods we have above, And substance more enduring far, The earnest in our hearts we prove, And taste the joys that wait us there; Riches of grace, so freely given, And Christ in us, and Christ in heaven. Our heavenly wealth shall never fail, Our fund of everlasting bliss, Thieves do not there break thro' and steal, Nor Belial's sons by violence seize, They cannot spoil our goods above, Or rob us of our Saviour's love. In him we have immortal food, Cloathing that always shall endure, A permanent and fix'd abode, An heavenly house that standeth sure, Who here are destitute of bread, And want a place to lay our head. Spoiler, take all! We will not grieve, We will not of our loss complain: Of freedom and of life bereave, Our better lot shall still remain, Enough for us the part divine, The good, which never can be thine. 16A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Thirty, 213-14. It is titled "For Wensbury, etc." (Charles's spelling for "Wednesbury"). For some sense of the persecution taking place in Wednesbury in May-June 1743, see Charles's MS Journal. Page 33 Come all who love the slaughter'd Lamb, And suffer for his cause, Enjoy with us his sacred shame, And glory in his cross. His welcome cross we daily bear, Hated, revil'd, oppress'd, We only can his truths18 declare Who calls the sufferers bless'd.