Wesley Corpus

I live to render thee the praise, A monument of thy patient grace Thy patient grace I own, Pluck'd as a brand out of the flame, Spar'd for the glory of thy name, The glory of thy Son. "Behold, I have refined thee, but not with silver; I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction." Isa. xlviii. 10. Thou hast into the furnace cast, Yet by my griefs and sufferings past I am not, Lord, refin'd: I am not, but I shall be pure, Shall make my own election sure, And leave my dross behind. Page 350 "For mine own sake, even for mine own sake will I do it; for how should my name be polluted?" Isa. xlviii. 11. To make thy truth and goodness known, Thou wilt, for thine own sake alone, Forgive, and seal my peace, Thou wilt for thine own sake restore The first domain, th' unsinning power, The finish'd holiness. Come then, that thy great name may be No longer vilified for me, Mine evil heart remove: The honour of thy name retrieve, And shew the world how Christians live, When perfected in love. "Go ye forth of Babylon, flee ye from the Chaldeans, with a voice of singing declare ye, tell this, utter it even to the end of the earth; say ye, The Lord hath redeemed his servant Jacob." Isa. xlviii. 20. Go forth ye ransom'd people, flee Out of your dire captivity, Who slaves in Babylon remain: (That Babel of the carnal will, Confusion worse confounded still By jarring tongues, and janglings vain!) With gospel-songs triumphant tell The glorious liberty ye feel, Your joys throughout the earth proclaim, The cause of all your joys repeat, Th' exploits of love divinely great, The wonders wrought by Jesu's name. "The Lord hath redeemed his servant Jacob." Isa. xlviii. 20. Jesus the Lord hath set us free, Redeem'd from all iniquity, Page 351 And rais'd his servants into sons, We have redemption thro' his blood, His holy church, his Spirit's abode, His temple built with living stones!