Wesley Corpus

Consume our lusts as rotten wood, Consume our stony hearts within, Consume the dust, the serpent's food, And lick up all the streams of sin, Its body totally destroy, Thyself the Lord, the God approve, And fill our hearts with holy joy, And fervent zeal, and perfect love. "The Lord, he is the God! The Lord, he is the God!" I. Kings xviii. 39. O that the fire from heaven might fall, Our sins its ready victims find, Seize on our sins, and burn up all, Nor leave the least remains behind! Then shall our prostrate souls adore, The Lord, he is the God, confess, He is the God of saving power, He is the God of hallowing grace! Page 172 "He requested for himself that he might die." I. Kings xix. 4. While wand'ring in the wilderness, Such was my clamour to expire, Not the deliberate wish of grace, But nature's passionate desire: Father, my peevish haste forgive, And strengthen'd by thy Spirit's supply, Patient, at thy command, I live, Joyful, at thy permission, die. "I, even I, only am left." I. Kings xix. 10. Like him, in piety's decay I made my solitary moan, Thou heardst thy desolate servant say I, even I am left alone! But now with open heart and eyes Thousands I in our Israel see, Who idols hate, the world despise, Its god renounce, and follow thee. "After the fire a still small voice." I. Kings xix. 12. Not in the strong impetuous wind Can I my gentle Saviour find; Not in an hurricane of sound Which rents the rocks, and shakes the ground; Not in the heaven-inkindled fire, The fervours of intense desire; But I expect him from above, In the soft whispering voice of love. "When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle." I. Kings xix. 13. That voice which speaks Jehovah near, That still small voice I long to hear: O might it now the Lord proclaim, And fill my soul with holy shame! Asham'd I must for ever be, Afraid the God of love to see, If saints and prophets hide their face, And angels tremble, while they gaze.