Wesley Corpus

Ye souls of the righteous, appear, If any are waiting around, To look on a spectacle here, In iron and misery bound; Survey the sad children of men, The purchase of mercy divine, And say, if ye ever have seen A soul so afflicted as mine. When will the affliction be o'er, When will the fierce agony cease! With those that are gather'd before I press to the haven of peace: I would as a shadow remove, And suddenly vanish away, Escape to the spirits above, Ascend to the regions of day! Hymn XXIII. To: "'Tis finish'd 'tis done!" Rejoice evermore With angels above, In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love, With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim, Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb. Page 32 Thou, Lord, our relief In trouble hast been, Hast sav'd us from grief, Hast sav'd us from sin; The power of thy Spirit Hath set our hearts free, And now we inherit All fulness in thee. All fulness of peace, All fulness of joy, And spiritual bliss That never shall cloy, To us it is given In Jesus to know A kingdom of heaven, An heaven below. No longer we join While sinners invite, Or envy the swine Their brutish delight: Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain, Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure is pain. O might they at last With sorrow return, The pleasures to taste For which they were born, Our Jesus receiving Our happiness prove, The joy of believing, The heaven of love. Page 33 Hymn XXIV.38 To: "Thanks be to God alone." O Lamb of God, to thee In deep distress I flee, Thou didst purge my guilty stain, Didst for all atonement make; Take away my sin39 and pain, Save me for thy mercy's sake. Thy mercy is my prop, And bears my weakness up; Full of evil as I am, Fuller thou of pard'ning grace, Jesus is thy healing name, Saviour of the sinful race. For thine own sake, I pray, Take all my sins away: Other refuge have I none, None do I desire beside; Thou hast died for all t' atone, Thou for me, for me hast dy'd. Hast died that I might live, Might all thy life receive; Hasten, Lord, my heart prepare, Bring thy death and sufferings40 in, Tear away my idols, tear, Save me, save me from my sin.