Wesley Corpus

Superior to their smile, or frown, On all their goods my soul looks down, Their pleasures, wealth, and pomp, and state: The man who4 dares their god despise, The Christian, he alone is wise, The Christian, he alone is great! O God, let all my life declare How happy all thy servants are, How far above these earthly things, How pure, when wash'd in Jesus' blood, How intimately one with God, An heav'n-born race of priests and kings!