Wesley Corpus

If his death we receive, His life we shall live, If his cross we sustain, His joy and his crown we in heaven shall gain. Hymn CXLIII. Father, behold I come to do Thy will, I come to suffer too Thy acceptable will; Do with me, Lord, as seems thee good, Dispose of this weak flesh and blood, And all thy mind fulfil. Thy creature in thy hands I am, Frail dust and ashes is my name; Thy earthen vessel use, Mould as thou wilt the passive clay, But let me all thy will obey, And all thy pleasure chuse. Welcome whate'er my God ordain! Afflict with poverty or pain This feeble flesh of mine, (But grant me strength to bear my load) I will not murmur at thy rod, Or for relief repine. Page 122 My spirit wound (but oh! Be near) With what far more than death I fear, The darts of keenest shame, Fulfill'd with more than killing smart, And wounded in the tenderest part I still adore thy name. Beneath thy bruising hand I fall, Whate'er thou send'st I take it all, Reproach, or pain, or loss, I will not for deliverance pray, But humbly unto death obey, The death of Jesu's cross. Hymn CXLIV. Let both Jews and Gentiles join, Friends and enemies combine, Vent their utmost rage on me, Still I look thro' all to thee. Humbly own it is the Lord! Let him wake on me41 his sword: Lo, I bow me to thy will; Thou thy whole design fulfil. Stricken by thine anger's rod, Dumb I fall before my God; Or my dear chastiser bless, Sing the pascal psalm of praise. While the bitter herbs I eat, Him I for my foes entreat; Let me die, but Oh! Forgive, Let my pardon'd murderers live. 41"Wake on me" changed to "wave o'er me" in 6th edn. (1771) and following. Page 123 Hymn CXLV. Father, into thy hands alone I have my all restor'd, My all thy property I own, The steward of the Lord. Hereafter none can take away My life or goods or fame, Ready at thy demand to lay Them down I always am. Confiding in thy only love, Thro' him who died for me, I wait thy faithfulness to prove, And give back all to thee.