Wesley Corpus

Page 278 Myself a sinful clod, A worthless worm without a name, A burning brand pluck'd from the flame, And quench'd in Jesu's blood. The light of thy redeeming love, Like sun-beams darted from above Doth all my sins display, Countless as dancing motes, and small; But O! the love that shews them all, Shall chase them all away. The Sun24 of righteousness shall rise, Thy glory streaming from the skies Shall in my soul appear; I know the cloudless day shall shine, And then my soul is all-divine, And I am perfect here. For a Dying Friend. Part I.25 Happy soul, depart in peace, Leave awhile thy friends below, Jesus speaks the kind release, Go, to Jesu's bosom go! Hark, he calls his exile home (Joyfully the call obey) "Come up hither, quickly come, Rise, my love, and come away. 24Charles Wesley changed "Sun" to "Son" in All in All (1761). 25Manuscript precursors of Part I appear in MS Richmond Tracts, 12-13; MS Shent, 164a; and MS Thirty, 13. Page 279 "I have thy salvation wrought, I did for thy guilt atone, Thou art mine, so dearly bought, Thee I challenge for my own. "I ev'n I have purg'd thy sin, Have for thee a place prepar'd; Heaven is open, enter in, Find in me thy great reward. "Thee the purchase of my blood, Thee my servant, child, and bride, Thee I claim, thy Lord and God, Who for thee have liv'd and died. "Come, thro' the dark valley come! Do not I thy spirit stay? Fear no evil, hasten home, Rise, my love, and come away!" Part II.26 Happy soul from prison freed, Lay thy earthy burthen down, Bow, with Jesus bow thy head, Die, and take the starry crown. Let the dust return to dust, Thou on wings of angels borne, 26Manuscript precursors of Part II appear in MS Richmond Tracts, 13; MS Shent, 164a-164b; and MS Thirty, 14. Page 280 To the spirits of the just, Perfected in love return. Leave a world of sin and pain, Happier brother, go before, We shall quickly meet again, Quickly meet, and part no more. Thou art earlier restor'd, Ministred an entrance is To the kingdom of thy Lord, To thy Master's endless bliss. Jesus, Lord, his soul receive, Open now thine arms of love, Now the glorious circlet give, Bear him now to joys above;