Wesley Corpus

Ye vagrant souls, on you I call, (O that my voice could reach you all) Ye all are freely justified, Ye all may live, for God84 hath died. 81"An" changed to "a" in 1788 edn. only. 82"The" changed to "ye" in Dublin (1747), Dublin (1750), and 4th edn. (1755) and following. 83"Thy" changed to "the" in 9th edn. (1776) and following. 84"God" changed to "Christ" in 1788 edn. only. Page 66 My message as from God receive Ye all may come to Christ, and live: O let his love your hearts constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain. His love is mighty to compell, His conqu'ring love consent to feel, Yield to his love's resistless power, And fight against your God no more. See him set forth before your eyes, Behold the bleeding sacrifice! His offer'd love make haste t' embrace, And freely now be sav'd by grace. Ye who believe his record true, Shall sup with him, and he with you: Come to the feast; be sav'd from sin, For Jesus waits to take you in. This is the time, no more delay, This is the acceptable day, Come in, this moment, at his call, And live for him who died for all. Hymn LI. The Pilgrim.85 To: "Thee, Jesus, thee the sinner's friend." How happy is the pilgrim's lot, How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confin'd to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. His happiness in part is mine, Already sav'd from self-design, 85A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Shent, 174a-174b. Page 67 From every creature-love; Blest with the scorn of finite good, My soul is lighten'd of its load, And seeks the things above. The things eternal I pursue, An86 happiness beyond the view Of those that basely pant For things by nature felt and seen; Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean, I neither have nor want. I have no sharer of my heart, To rob my Saviour of a part, And desecrate the whole: Only betroth'd to Christ am I, And wait his coming from the sky, To wed my happy soul. I have no babes to hold me here, But children more securely dear For mine I humbly claim: Better than daughters, or than sons, Temples divine of living stones Inscrib'd with Jesu's87 name.