Wesley Corpus

Happy the soul, whom God delights To honour with his sealing grace, On whom his hidden name he writes, And decks him with the robes of praise, And bids him calmly wait to prove The utmost powers of perfect love. 17Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Shent, 187a-187b; and MS Thirty, 168-70. Page 272 I cannot, dare not now deny The things my God hath freely given, That happy favour'd soul am I Who find in Christ a constant heaven, He makes me all his sweetness know, He makes my cup of joy o'erflow. His grace to me salvation brings, His grace hath set me up on high, He bears me still on eagle's wings, He makes me ride upon the sky, With him in heavenly places sit, And see the moon beneath my feet. An hidden life in Christ I live, And exercis'd in things divine My senses all his love receive: I see the King in beauty shine, Fairer than all the sons of men Thrice happy in his love I reign. His love is manna to my taste, His love is musick to my ear, I feel his love, and hold him fast, In extacies too strong to bear, I smell the odour of his name, And all wrapt up in love I am. Page 273 O that the world might taste, and see How good the Lord my Saviour is! Take, Jesu, take thy love from me So they may share the glorious bliss: Thy love, (if we awhile should part,) Would soon flow back into my heart. O might I feel the utmost power Of love, and into nothing fall! Infinite love, bring near the hour, Infinite God be all in all, Cover the earth thou boundless sea, And swallow up all18 our souls in thee! The Life of Faith. Part I.19 O how happy am I here, How beyond expression blest, When I feel my Jesus near, When in Jesu's love I rest, Peace, and joy, and heaven, I prove, Heaven on earth in Jesu's love.