Wesley Corpus

Our prayer, presented thro' thy Son, Answer on all the ransom'd kind, Collect thy scatter'd sheep in one, To Jesus, and thy people join'd, Let every soul thy nature know, And see the King of saints below. "There is no man which sinneth not." II. Chron. vi. 36. No: every fallen child of man Must sin in thought, and word, and deed: But bursting our oppressor's chain When Jesus hath his prisoners freed, The dire necessity is o'er, And born of God we sin no more. Page 200 "Let thy priests be clothed with salvation, and let thy saints rejoice in goodness." II. Chron. vi. 41. Jesus, the word of mercy give, And let it swiftly run, And let the priests themselves believe, And put salvation on: Cloath'd with the Spirit of holiness May all thy people prove The plenitude of gospel-grace, The joy of perfect love. "O Lord God, turn not away the face of thine anointed." II. Chron. vi. 42. Jesus thine anointed one For helpless sinners prays: Canst thou disregard thy Son, Or turn away his face? Him thou always hear'st well-pleas'd, My Intercessor at thy side; Save me then, the soul distress'd For whom Messias died. "Thou exceedest the fame that I heard." II. Chron. ix. 6. Drawn by thy messengers' report, I hearken, Lord, to thee: But O! Their word how faint, how short Of what I hear and see! True Son of David, I confess Thou far exceed'st the fame: Not angel-tongues could half express The wonders of thy name. What wisdom from thy lips distils, So full of glorious grace! The glory all thy houshold fills Reflected from thy face: Thy charms the seraphs' thought transcend, And dazzle all above, For only saints can comprehend The mystery of thy love. Page 201 "They have humbled themselves, therefore I will not destroy them." II. Chron. xii. 7. I cannot, Lord, in judgment stand, I sink beneath thy mighty hand, And guilty, guilty plead; Righteous in all thy ways art thou, And would'st have had me live, if now Thy justice strike me dead.