Wesley Corpus

O let me have thy presence still, Set as a flint my face, To shew the counsel of thy will, Which saves a world by grace. O let me never blush to own The glorious gospel-word, Which saves a world thro' faith alone, Faith in a BLEEDING Lord! This is the saving power of God: Whoe'er this word receive, Feel all th' effects of Jesus' blood, And sensibly believe. Sav'd from the guilt and power of sin By instantaneous grace They trust to have thy life brought in, And always see thy face. The pure in heart thy face shall see Before they hence remove, Redeem'd from all iniquity, And perfected in love. This is the great salvation! This The prize at which we aim, The end of faith, the hidden bliss, The new mysterious name! 26"Thy" changed to "my" in 8th edn. (1768) and following. Page 24 The name inscrib'd in the white stone, The unbeginning Word, The mystery so long unknown, The secret of the Lord; The living bread sent down from heav'n, The saints' and angels' food, Th' immortal seed, the little leaven, The effluence of God! The tree of life that blooms and grows I' th' midst of paradise, The pure and living stream, that flows Back to its native skies: The Spirit's law, the cov'nant's27 seal, Th' eternal righteousness, The glorious joy unspeakable, Th' unutterable peace! The treasure in the gospel-field, The wisdom from above, Hid from the wise, to babes reveal'd, The precious pearl of love; The mystic power of godliness, The end of death and sin, The antepast of heavenly bliss, The kingdom fixt within. The Morning Star, that glittering bright, Shines to the perfect day, The Sun of righteousness. The light, The life, the truth, the way: The image of the living God, His nature, and his mind, Himself he hath on us bestow'd, And all in Christ we find. 27"Cov'nant's" changed to "Cov'nant" in 4th edn. (1755) and following. Page 25 Hymn XVIII. Proverbs iii. 13, c.28 To: "Sinners, obey the gospel-word." Happy the man, who finds the grace, The blessing of God's chosen race, The wisdom coming from above, The faith that sweetly works by love. Happy beyond description he, Who knows, the Saviour died for me, The gift unspeakable obtains, And heav'nly understanding gains.