Wesley Corpus

His word did out of nothing call The world, and founded all that is, Launch'd on the floods this solid ball, And fix'd it in the floating seas. Page 69 But who shall quit this low abode, Who shall ascend the heavenly place, And stand upon the mount of God, And see his Maker face to face? The man whose hands and heart are clean, That blessed portion shall receive, Who here by grace is sav'd from sin, Hereafter shall in glory live. He shall obtain the starry crown, And numbred with the saints above, The God of his salvation own, The God of his salvation love. This is the chosen royal race That seek their Saviour-God to see, To see in holiness thy face, O Jesus, and be join'd to thee. Thou the true wrestling Jacob art, Whose prayers and tears, and blood inclin'd Thy Father's majesty t' impart His name, his love to all mankind. Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high, The powers of hell are captive led, Drag'd to the portals of the sky. There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay, Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors give way. Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' etherial scene; He claims these mansions as his right, Receive the King of Glory in. Who is this King of Glory, who? The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew: And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. Page 70 27A manuscript version appears in MS Psalms, 74-76. 28John Wesley substituted "Blameless" for "Harmless" by hand in his personal copy of the 5th edn. (1751). Lo! His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay, Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors give way. Who is this King of Glory, who? The Lord of glorious power possest, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, forever blest. Psalm XXXII.27 Blest is the man, supremely blest, Whose wickedness is all forgiven, Who finds in Jesus' wounds his rest, And sees the smiling face of heaven. The guilt and power of sin is gone From him that doth in Christ believe, Cover'd it lies, and still kept down, And buried in his Saviour's grave.