Wesley Corpus

The Lamb as crucified afresh Is here held out to men, The tokens of his blood and flesh Are on this table seen. The Lamb his Father now surveys, As on this altar slain, Still38 bleeding and imploring grace For every soul of man. Father, for us ev'n us he bleeds, The sacrifice receive, Forgive, for Jesus interceeds, He gasps in death "Forgive!" Hymn CXXVII. Did thine ancient Israel go With solemn praise and prayer To thy hallow'd courts below To meet and serve thee there? To thy body, Lord, we flee; This the consecrated shrine, Temple of the deity, The real house divine. 38"Still" changed to "Its" in 3rd edn. (1751), 4th edn. (1757), and 5th edn. (1762). Page 108 Did they tow'rd the altar turn Their hopes and heart and face, Whence the victim's blood was borne Into the holiest place? Tow'rd the cross we still look up, Tow'rd the Lamb for sinners given, Thro' thine only death we hope To find our way to heaven. Page 109 V. Concerning the Sacrifice of our Persons. Hymn CXXVIII. All hail, thou mighty to atone! To expiate sin is thine alone, Thou hast alone the wine-press trod, Thou only hast for sinners died, By one oblation satisfied Th' inexorably righteous God: Should the whole church in flames arise, Offer'd as one burnt-sacrifice The sinner's smallest debt to pay, They could not, Lord, thine honour share, With thee the Father's justice bear, Or bear one single sin away. Thyself our utmost price hast paid, Thou hast for all atonement made, For all the sins of all mankind; God doth in thee redemption give: But how shall we the grace receive, But how shall we the blessing find? We only can accept the grace, And humbly our Redeemer praise Who bought the glorious liberty: The life thou didst for all procure We make by our believing sure To us who live and die to thee. Page 110 While faith th' atoning blood applies, Ourselves a living sacrifice We freely offer up to God: And none but those his glory share Who crucified with Jesus are, And follow where their Saviour trod. Saviour, to thee our lives we give, Our meanest sacrifice receive, And to thy own oblation join, Our suffering and triumphant head, Thro' all thy states thy members lead, And seat us on the throne divine. Hymn CXXIX.