Wesley Corpus

Thou very Pascal Lamb, Whose blood for us was shed, Thro' whom we out of Egypt came; Thy ransom'd people lead. Angel of gospel-grace, Fulfil thy character, To guard and feed the chosen race, In Israel's camp appear. Throughout the desart-way Conduct us by thy light, Be thou a cooling cloud by day, A chearing fire by night. Our fainting souls sustain With blessings from above, And ever on thy people rain The manna of thy love. Hymn LII. O thou who hanging on the cross, Didst buy our pardon with thy blood, Canst thou not still maintain our cause, And fill us with the life of God, Bless with the blessings of thy throne, And perfect all our souls in one? Lo, on thy bloody sacrifice For all our graces we depend! Supported by thy cross arise, To finish'd holiness ascend, And gain on earth the mountain's height, And then salute our friends in light. Page 38 Hymn LIII. O God of truth and love, Let us thy mercy prove Bless thine ordinance divine, Let it now effectual be, Answer all its great design, All its gracious ends in me. O might the sacred word Set forth our dying Lord, Point us to thy sufferings past, Present grace and strength impart, Give our ravish'd souls a taste, Pledge of glory in our heart. Come in thy Spirit down, Thine institution crown, Lamb of God as slain appear, Life of all believers thou, Let us now perceive thee near, Come thou hope of glory now. Hymn LIV. Why did my dying Lord ordain This dear memorial of his love? Might we not all by faith obtain, By faith the mountain-sin remove, Enjoy the sense of sins forgiven, And holiness the taste of heaven? It seem'd to my Redeemer good That faith should here his coming wait, Should here receive immortal food, Grow up in him divinely great, Page 39 And fill'd with holy violence seize The glorious crown of righteousness. Saviour, thou didst the mystery give That I thy nature might partake, Thou bidst me outward signs receive, One with thyself my soul to make, My body, soul and spi'rit to join Inseparably one with thine.