Wesley Corpus

He bids us taste his grace, The joys of angels prove, The stammerers' tongues are loos'd to praise Our dear Redeemer's love. Salvation to our God That sits upon the throne; Salvation be alike bestow'd On his triumphant Son! Page 133 The Lamb for sinners slain, Who died to die no more, Let all the ransom'd sons of men With all his hosts adore: Let earth and heaven be join'd His glories to display, And hymn the Saviour of mankind In one eternal day. Hymn CLIX. All glory and praise to Jesus our Lord! His ransoming grace we gladly record, His bloody oblation, and death on the tree, Hath purchas'd salvation and heaven for me. The Saviour hath died for me and for you, The blood is applied, the record is true; The Spirit bears witness, and speaks in the blood, And gives us the fitness for living with God. Hymn CLX.44 Welcome delicious sacred cheer, Welcome my God, my Saviour dear! O with me, in me, live and dwell; Thine, earthly joy surpasses quite, The depths of thy supreme delight Not angel-tongues can fully tell. What streams of sweetness from the bowl Surprize and deluge all my soul, Sweetness which is, and makes divine, Surely from God's right-hand they flow, From thence deriv'd to earth below, To cheer us with immortal wine. 44Source: George Herbert, The Temple (Cambridge: Buck Daniel, 1633), 175-77 (153). This adaptation appeared first in HSP (1739), 126-28. Page 134 Soon as I taste the heavenly bread, What manna o'er my soul is shed, Manna that angels never knew! Victorious sweetness fills my heart, Such as my God delights t' impart, Mighty to save, and sin subdue. I had forgot my heavenly birth, My soul degen'rate clave to earth, In sense and sin's base pleasures drown'd, When God assum'd humanity, And spilt his sacred blood for me, To wash, and lift me from the ground. Soon as his love has rais'd me up, He mingles blessings in a cup, And sweetly meets my ravish'd taste; Joyous I now throw off my load, I cast my sins and care on God, And wine becomes a wing at last.