Wesley Corpus

Thus to meet my Lord I go, Thus I wait thy love to know, Righteousness so long conceal'd Perfect love in me reveal'd; Perfect love, O Christ, thou art; Dwell forever in my heart. "The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart; and merciful men are taken away; none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil." Isa. lvii. 1. Happy is the righteous man, Snatch'd away to his belov'd: O might I his lot obtain, Suddenly from earth remov'd! Blest, forever blest might I Soon, and unlamented die! Take me from the evil, Lord; Take the evil first from me: By thy hallowing grace restor'd, Let me here thy glory see, Serve thee with a perfect heart, Live to God and then depart. "He that putteth his trust in me, shall possess the land, and shall inherit my holy mountain." Isa. lvii. 13. Fain would I put my trust in thee, That pleasant land and mountain see: Ah, give me, Saviour, to possess The land of rest and righteousness; Page 370 Then, then my spotless soul lift up To meet my Lord on Sion's top, And claim thro' thy redeeming love A lot with all the saints above! "Thus saith the high and lofty one that inhabiteth eternity, c." Isa. lvii. 15, 16, 17. Beyond the bounds of space and time On his eternal throne sublime, Will God's most glorious majesty Vouchsafe to cast a look on me? Yes; if to me his grace impart The humble, poor, and broken heart, The holy, high, and lofty one Shall make my heart his earthly throne. But how shall I the promise plead? The genuine poverty I need, My want of true contrition own, And deep beneath the burthen groan: With such a wretch insensible If the great God can ever dwell, Thou, Jesus, must remove my sin, And break my heart by entering in. Come then, my unbelief to end, Nor always with a worm contend, Thine anger with my sin remove, And chear me by thy pardning love: If thou despise my helpless case, Thy creature faints for want of grace; If thou thy dear-bought child forget, I die despairing at thy feet. "For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him, c." Isa. lvii. 17, 18, 19.