Wesley Corpus

No local deity We worship, Lord, in thee: Free thy grace and unconfin'd, Yet it here doth freest move; In the means thy love enjoin'd Look we for thy richest love. Hymn LXIV. O the grace on man bestow'd! Here my dearest Lord I see Offering up his death to God, Giving all his life to me: God for Jesu's sake forgives Man by Jesu's Spirit lives. Yes, thy sacrament extends All the blessings of thy death To the soul that here attends, Longs to feel thy quick'ning breath; Surely we who wait shall prove All thy life of perfect love. Page 48 Hymn LXV. Blest be the Lord forever blest Who bought us with a price, And bids his ransom'd servants feast On his great sacrifice. Thy blood was shed upon the cross To wash us white as snow, Broken for us thy body was To feed our souls below. Now on the sacred table laid Thy flesh becomes our food, Thy life is to our souls convey'd In sacramental blood. We eat the offerings of our peace, The hidden manna prove, And only live t' adore and bless Thine all-sufficient love. Hymn LXVI. Jesu, my Lord and God bestow All which thy sacrament doth shew, And make the real sign A sure effectual means of grace, Then sanctify my heart and bless, And make it all like thine. Great is thy faithfulness and love, Thine ordinance can never prove Of none effect and vain, Only do thou my heart prepare, To find thy real presence there, And all thy fullness gain. Page 49 Hymn LXVII. Father, I offer thee thine own This worthless soul, and thou thy Son Dost offer here to me: Wilt thou so mean a gift receive, And will the holy Jesus live With loathsome leprosy? Saint of the Lord, my soul is sin, Yet O eternal priest come in, And cleanse thy mean abode, Convert into a sacred shrine, And count this abject soul of mine A temple meet for God. Hymn LXVIII. Jesu, Son of God draw near, Hasten to my sepulchre, Help, where dead in sin I lie, Save, or I forever die. Let no savour of the grave Stop thy power to help and save, Call me forth to life restor'd Quicken'd by my dying Lord.