Wesley Corpus

Walking in this heavenly path By saints and martyrs trod, Freely justified by faith, We now have peace with God; Peace, unuterable peace! The faithful feel it in their breast, Then the rest of holiness, And then the glorious rest! "Trust ye not in lying words, saying, The temple of the Lord, the temple of the Lord, the temple of the Lord are these." Jer. vii. 4. The men who slight thy faithful word In their own lies confide, These are the temple of the Lord, And heathens all beside! 6John Wesley underlined "you up for fools" in line 3 and "in an hour" in line 6 in his personal copy, drawing an exclamation point in the margin after line 6. 7John Wesley underlined "all your grace" and "Antichrist disguis'd" in his personal copy. 8John Wesley underlined "Heartily we must" in his personal copy, commenting "No" in the margin. Page 14 The temple of the Lord are these, The only church and true, Who live in pomp, and wealth, and ease, And Jesus never knew. The temple of the Lord they pull Thy living temples down, And cast out every gracious soul That trembles at thy frown: The church they from their pale expel Whom thou hast here forgiven: And all the synagogue of hell Are the sole heirs of heaven! O would'st thou, Lord, reveal their sins, And turn their joy to grief, The world, the Christian world convince Of damning unbelief; The formalists confound, convert, And to thy people join, And break, and fill the broken heart With confidence divine! "Lo, they have rejected the word of the Lord, and what wisdom is in them?" Jer. viii. 9. What wisdom can in sinners dwell Who care for neither heaven nor hell, Refuse their Saviour to embrace, And scoff the word of truth and grace? Howe'er the world their prudence prize, Unto their own damnation wise, Their folly they too late shall know, When mock'd by all the fiends below. "The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved." Jer. viii. 20. The harvest of my joys is past, The summer of my comforts fled, Yet am I unredeem'd at last, And sink unsav'd among the dead, Page 15 If on the margin of the grave Thou canst not in a moment save.