Wesley Corpus

Page 223 The lust of praise, and wealth, and power t' inspire; , To raise their spirit, and their torment higher, And make them pass to Molock thro' the fire. Watchful the heavenly wisdom to instill, He gently bent their soft unbias'd will, Woo'd them to seek in God their happiness; Loving, yet wise, and fond without excess; Simple like them, and innocent, and mild: The father is himself a little child. He saw himself by his great Maker seen, And walk'd with God while sojourning with men; His filial awe, and whole deportment show'd He saw th' invisible, and walk'd with God: Trembled his soul at the minutest fault, And felt the torture of an idle thought. Still he beheld the presence of his Lord, In all events the hand divine ador'd, In smallest trivial things his watchful eye Designs of heavenly wisdom could descry; Nothing he deem'd beneath his guardian care In whom we always live, and move, and are, Who skreens our naked head, and numbers every hair. Such was the man by men and fiends abhor'd! A true disciple of his much-lov'd Lord, A valiant soldier in his Captain's cause, A chearful sharer of his Saviour's cross, A faithful follower of the bleeding Lamb, A glad partaker of his glorious shame,