Wesley Corpus

Page 216 I spake thro' thee the reconciling word, Meanest forerunner of my glorious Lord: He heard impartial: for himself he heard; And weigh'd th' important truth with deep regard: The sacred leaves, where all their God may find, He search'd with noble readiness of mind, Listen'd, and yielded to the gospel-call, And glorified the Lamb that died for ALL; Gladly confess'd our welcome tidings true, And waited for a power he never knew, The seal of all his sins, thro' Christ forgiven, With God the Holy Ghost sent down from heaven. The Lord he sought allow'd his creature's claim, And sudden to his living temple came; The Sp'irit of love, (which like a rushing wind Blows as he list, but blows on all mankind,) Breath'd on his raptur'd soul: the sinking clay O'erwhelm'd beneath the mighty comfort lay; While all-dissolv'd the powers of nature fail, Enter'd his favour'd soul within the vail, The inner court with sacred reverence trod, And saw th' invisible, and talk'd with God. Constrain'd by extasies too strong to bear, His soul was all pour'd out in praise and prayer; He heard the voice of God's life-giving Son, While Jesus made th' eternal Godhead known, Receiv'd the living faith by grace bestow'd, "And verily," he cried, "there is a God, "I know, I feel the word of truth divine, "Lord, I believe thou art for thou art mine!"