Wesley Corpus

See there the quickning cause of all Who live the life of grace beneath! God caus'd on him the sleep to fall, And lo, his eyes are clos'd in death! He sleeps; and from his open'd side The mingled blood and water flow; They both give being to his bride, And wash his church as white as snow. True principles of life divine Issues from these the second Eve, Mother of all the faithful line, Of all that by his Passion live. O what a miracle of love Hath he, our heavenly Adam shew'd! Jesus forsook his throne above, That we might all be born of God. 'Twas not an useless rib he lost, His heart's last drop of blood he gave; His life, his pretious life it cost Our dearly ransom'd souls to save. And will he not his purchase take Who died to make us all his own, One spirit with himself to make Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone? He will, our hearts reply, he will; He hath ev'n here a token given, And bids us meet him on the hill, And keep the marriage-feast in heaven. Page 97 Hymn CXV. O glorious instrument divine Which blessings to our souls conveys, Brings with the hallow'd bread and wine His strength'ning and refreshing grace, Presents his bleeding sacrifice, His all-reviving death applies! Glory to God who reigns above, But suffer'd once for man below, With joy we celebrate his love, And thus his pretious Passion shew, Till in the clouds our Lord we see, And shout with all his saints 'TIS HE! Page 98 IV. The Holy Eucharist as it Implies a Sacrifice. Hymn CXVI. Victim divine, thy grace we claim While thus thy precious death we shew, Once offer'd up a spotless Lamb In thy great temple here below, Thou didst for all mankind atone, And standest now before the throne. Thou standest in the holiest place, As now for guilty sinners slain, Thy blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays All-prevalent for helpless man, Thy blood is still our ransom found, And spreads34 salvation all around. The smoke of thy atonement here Darken'd the sun and rent the vail, Made the new way to heaven appear, And shew'd the great invisible: Well pleas'd in thee our God look'd down, And call'd his rebels to a crown.