Wesley Corpus

Most gracious God, reveal Thy will concerning me; Whate'er I do, whate'er I feel, I follow thy decree, Page 65 Myself, and all my ways To thee I still resign, Led by the Spirit of thy grace, And by the word divine. Jesus, I here abide, Thy pleasure to fulfil; My soul and all its motions guide By thy most holy will; The counsels of thy love Be on my heart imprest, It then shall at thy bidding move, And at thy bidding rest. Eternal Spirit, spread Thy love throughout my breast, Who did'st thine ancient people lead, And causedst them to rest: While thou my leader art, And mak'st me thine abode, I find the witness in my heart That I am born of God. Father, thy will be done! To thee I all resign, The sole disposer of thine own, Dispose of me, and mine: At thy command I go, Or quietly attend, 'Till all my rests, and toils below In rest eternal end. "They kept the charge of the Lord." Num. ix. 23. Lord, I thy charge obey Who bid'st my soul be still, Whose cloud doth on my body stay, And stops my acting zeal: But while with-held I am From labouring in thy cause, Thou bid'st me suffer for thy name, And glory in thy cross. Page 66 Whate'er my God ordain, Contented and resign'd, I wait, I watch, in ease, in pain, The tokens of thy mind; To labour on for thee, If thou appoint, I come; Or let the cloud remain on me, And sink me to the tomb. "The multitude fell a lusting and said, Who shall give us flesh to eat?" Num. xi. 4. Whoe'er for sensual pleasures burn, Or wish their lusts to gratify, Back in their hearts to Egypt turn, And basely for the fleshpots sigh; And such, without repentance, shall Death's victims in the desart fall. "If thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand." Num. xi. 15. Meekest of all the sons of men, Did Moses peevishly complain, And weak impatience shew? The holiest in that virtue fail'd, In that wherein they most excell'd, 'Till God appear'd below.