Wesley Corpus

Ready made for my translation, Then I prove; God is love, Jesus is salvation. Then, partaker of thy nature, I fulfil all the will Of my new-creator. Into nothing sink before thee, Sink and rise, grasp the prize, See my Lord in glory. Page 20 Hymn XVII. A sinner ready to expire, Afraid to drop the sinful clay, With vehemence of intense desire, For peace and purity I pray. Unless thou wash my life from sin, Saviour, I have no part in thee, Unless thou make my nature clean, The holy God I cannot see. Obedient saints, and they alone, Into the sacred city press, And, conquering all, partake thy throne, And, pure in heart, behold thy face. The meetness for that rapt'rous sight, Is all I can on earth request; The righteous robe, the linen white, T' adorn me for that heavenly feast. The law-fulfilling power of love, Lover of souls, to me impart; And then thy easy yoke I prove, Thy lowly, meek, obedient heart: Then, then I feel redemption nigh, List'ning I catch the welcome word, "Go, get thee up the mount, and die, And live triumphant with thy Lord." Page 21 Hymn XVIII. A transgressor from the womb, Sinking now into my tomb; O forbid it, Lord, that I, Born in sin, in sin should die. Whom thyself hast died to save, Snatch from the infernal grave; Me to save, thy love impart, Pour the bliss into my heart. Essence of eternal love, Joy of all thy hosts above, Joy of all thy saints below, Only thee I sigh to know. Banish'd now out of thy sight, Bound in chains of penal night, Painfully my want I feel; Absent love is present hell. Kindler of seraphic fires, Fill my soul with pure desires; All my guilty gloom to chace, Jesus, shew thy heavenly face. Pain before thy presence flies, Grief no longer weeps or sighs: Sin and unbelief remove, God in thee I see and love. Hymn XIX. Away with my fears! The Redeemer appears Page 22 Offer'd up in my stead, And for every offender inclining his head; He answer'd for me, When he bled on the tree, And my punishment took, By his Father aggriev'd, by his Father forsook.