Wesley Corpus

Yet come thou heavenly guest, And purify my breast, Come thou great and glorious King, While before thy cross I bow, With thyself salvation bring, Cleanse the house by entring now. Hymn XLIV. Our Passover for us is slain, The tokens of his death remain, On these authentic signs imprest: By Jesus out of Egypt led Still on the Pascal Lamb we feed, And keep the sacramental feast. That arm which smote the parting sea Is still stretch'd out for us, for me, 17Reads "I am a frail sinful man" in all editions until the 8th (1786), which corrects to proper metre. Page 33 The Angel-God is still our guide, And lest18 we in the desart faint, We find our spirit's every want By constant miracle supplyed. Thy flesh for our support is given, Thou art the bread sent down from heaven, That all mankind by thee might live; O that we evermore may prove The manna of thy quick'ning love, And all thy life of grace receive! Nourish us to that awful day When types and veils shall pass away, And perfect grace in glory end; Us for the marriage-feast prepare, Unfurl thy banner in the air, And bid thy saints to heaven ascend. Hymn XLV. Tremendous love to lost mankind! Could none but Christ the ransom find, Could none but Christ the pardon buy? How great the sin of Adam's race! How greater still the Saviour's grace, When God doth for his creature dye! Not heaven so rich a grace can shew As this he did on worms bestow, Those darlings of th' incarnate God; Less favour'd were the angel-powers; Their crowns are cheaper far than ours, Nor ever cost the Lamb his blood. Our souls eternally to save More than ten thousand worlds he gave; 18Ori., "least"; changed in 2nd edn. (1747) and following. Page 34 That we might know our sins forgiven, That we might in thy glory shine, The purchase-price was blood divine, And bought the Aceldama19 of heaven. Jesu, we bless thy saving name, And trusting in thy merits claim Our rich inheritance above; Thou shalt thy ransom'd servants own, And raise and seat us on thy throne Dear objects of thy dying love. Hymn XLVI. How richly is the table stor'd Of Jesus our redeeming Lord! Melchisedec and Aaron join To furnish out the feast divine.