Wesley Corpus

Take when thou wilt into thy hands, And as thou wilt require; Resume by the Sabean bands, Or the devouring fire. Determin'd all thy will t' obey, Thy blessings I restore; Give, Lord, or take thy gifts away, I praise thee evermore. Hymn CXLVI. Father, if thou willing be, Then my griefs a while suspend, Then remove the cup from me, Or thy strength'ning angel send; Would'st thou have me suffer on? Father, let thy will be done. Page 124 Let my flesh be troubled still, Fill'd with pain or sore disease, Let my wounded spirit feel Strong, redoubled agonies, Meekly I my will resign, Thine be done, and only thine. Patient as my great high-priest In his bitterness of pain, Most abandon'd and distrest, Father, I the cross sustain; All into thy hands I give, Let me die or let me live. Following where my Lord hath led, Thee I on the cross adore, Humbly bow like him my head, All thy benefits restore, Till my spirit I resign Breath'd into the hands divine. Hymn CXLVII. Jesu, to thee in faith we look, O that our services might rise Perfum'd and mingled with the smoke Of thy sweet-smelling sacrifice. Thy sacrifice with heavenly powers Replete, all-holy, all-divine, Human and weak, and sinful ours; How can the two oblations join? Thy offering doth to ours impart Its righteousness and saving grace, While charg'd with all our sins thou art, To death devoted in our place. Page 125 Our mean imperfect sacrifice On thine is as a burthen thrown, Both in a common flame arise, And both in God's account are one. Hymn CXLVIII. Father of mercies hear Thro' thine atoning Son, Who doth for us in heaven appear, And prays before thy throne; By that great sacrifice Which he for us doth plead, Into our Saviour's death baptize, And make us like our head. Into the fellowship Of Jesu's sufferings take, Us who desire with him to sleep, That we with him may wake: Plant us into his death That we his life may prove, Partakers of his cross beneath, And of his crown above. Hymn CXLIX. Jesu, my strength and hope, My righteousness and power, My soul is lifted up Thy mercy to implore; My hands I still stretch out to thee, My hands I fasten to the tree.