Wesley Corpus

Page 383 Yet if now my soul be stir'd To apprehend the God unknown, Still from first to last, O Lord, The work is all thine own. "We are the clay, and thou our potter." Isa. lxiv. 8. My potter from above, Clay in thy hands I am, Mould me into the form of love, And stamp with thy new name: Thy name is holiness; Now on this heart of mine The mark indelible impress, The purity divine. "Behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembred, nor come into mind. But be you glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create: for behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people108 a joy." Isa. lxv. 17, 18. Come, divine effectual power, Fallen nature to restore; Wait we for thy presence here, Long to see thy throne appear; Bid the new creation rise, Bring us back our paradise. Now our universe create Fair, beyond its first estate, When thine eye with pleasure view'd, When thy lips pronounc'd it good, Ruin'd now by sin and curst, Speak it fairer than at first. Speak again the world from nought, Let the former be forgot, Never more recall'd to mind, While we our Redeemer find, 108Ori., "prople", a misprint. Page 384 See with joy thy smiling face, Triumph in a world of grace. Saints anticipate the day, Our old things are past away, Whom thy grace creates anew Lord, we now thy glory shew, Born to vie with those above, Born to sing, rejoice, and love. Sons of God by faith we came To the New Jerusalem, Re-begotten by our Lord, That we may thy name record, Tell the wonders of thy grace, Shout thine everlasting praise. "Before they call, I will answer, and while they are yet speaking, I will hear." Isa. lxv. 24. Oft' hast thou, Lord, in tender love, Prevented my request, And sent thy Spirit from above An unexpected guest: Oft' when my prayer was scarce begun Thou didst thy grace impart And make thy pard'ning mercy known, And seal it on my heart.