Wesley Corpus

Page 164 He makes his goodness known, And while my feeble flesh he grieves, A charge with the affliction gives "Deal gently with my son!" "David's heart smote him." II. Sam. xxiv. 10. O that my faultering heart may smite And make me inly groan, Whene'er I vainly take delight In aught I call my own! Hard'ned by sin's deceitfulness O may I never be, But miss my comfort and my peace, Whene'er I turn from thee! "It is enough: stay now thine hand." II. Sam. xxiv. 16. He saw the one great sacrifice There to be offer'd up for all, He heard his Son's expiring cries For mercy and forgiveness call! Our lives, tho' forfeited, he spares, For Jesus, our atonement died, His blood was mingled with his prayers, And God the just is satisfied! "David built there an altar unto the Lord, and offered burnt-offerings, and peace-offerings: so the Lord was intreated for the land, and the plague was stayed." II. Sam. xxiv. 25. Thou, O Christ, our altar art, And priest, and sacrifice, Thou dost by thy death avert The vengeance of the skies: Thro' thy grand atonement, Lord, We gain the pard'ning grace divine, 'Scape the cherub's flaming sword, And live for ever thine. Page 165 Hymn 525. "His father had not displeased him at any time, in saying, Why hast thou done so?" I. Kings i. 6. The parent indolently mild May here his fatal dotage see: Afraid to vex thy darling child, Thy darling child shall trouble thee, Make his indulgent father smart, And break thy old, fond, foolish heart. "What pity 'tis, to cross his will, His clam'rous appetites deny, Restrain the acts of childish ill, And make the fretted infant cry, Harshly his little faults reprove! How can I grieve the son I love?"