Wesley Corpus

Hangs my new-born soul on thee, Kept from all idolatry, Nothing wants beneath, above, Happy, happy in thy love. O that all might seek and find, Every good in Jesus join'd, Him let Israel still adore, Trust him, praise him evermore! Page 96 58A manuscript version appears in MS Psalms, 324-26. 59"Dwell" changed to "dwell'st" in 4th edn. (1748) and following. 60"Count" changed to "count'st" in 4th edn. (1748) and following. Psalm CXXXII.58 Remember, Lord, the pious zeal Of ev'ry soul that cleaves to thee, The troubles for thy sake they feel, Their eager hopes thy house to see; Their vows to cry, and never rest, Till thou art in thy church ador'd, And dwell59 in ev'ry faithful breast, And count60 them worthy of their Lord. We too the joyful sound have heard, That God is coming to his place Here in the wilderness prepar'd; Our Lord his ruin'd church shall raise. For this our willing soul shall go, And lowly at his footstool lie, Where'er his tent is pitch'd below, And for a glorious temple cry. Arise, O Lord, into thy rest, Thou, and thy ark of perfect power, God over all, forever blest, Thee, Jesus, let our hearts adore. Thy priests be cloath'd with righteousness, Thy praise their happy lives employ, The saints in thee their all possess, And shout the sons of God for joy. O for thy love, thy Jesu's sake, Us, thine anointed ones receive, In the belov'd accepted make, And bid us to thy glory live. The Lord hath sworn in righteousness, And seal'd the cov'nant with his Son, I will thy faithful seed increase, And 'stablish them on David's throne. If in my word thy children stay, And in their Saviour's footsteps tread, The glorious gospel truth obey; The truth shall make them free indeed. Page 97 61This psalm published first in HSP (1742), 174-75. Manuscript copy in MS Psalms, 326-28. Renew'd and sanctify'd by grace, The pillars shall no more remove, An holy, chosen, perfect race, Enthron'd in everlasting love. For lo! The Lord a seed hath chose, His grace and glory to display, His own peculiar people those Whoe'er the gospel-call obey. Sion, he saith, my rest shall be, The faithful shall my presence feel, I long for all who long for me, And will in them forever dwell.