Wesley Corpus

Him in every age the same We joyfully confess, Justly glory in his name The Lord our righteousness! Ours in righteousness bestow'd, Ours in righteousness brought in, Ours with all the life of God Forever fixt within. "What is the chaff to the wheat?" Jer. xxiii. 28. What is the chaff, the word of man, When set against the wheat? Can it a dying soul sustain, Like that immortal meat? Thy word, O God, with heavenly bread The children doth supply, And those who by thy word are fed Their souls shall never die. "Is not my word like a fire?" Jer. xxiii. 29. Jesus, Lord, our hearts inspire With that true word of thine, Kindle now that heavenly fire To brighten and refine, Purify our faith like gold, All the dross of sin remove, Melt our spirits down, and mould Into thy perfect love. "Is not my word like an hammer?" Jer. xxiii. 29. If thou dost thy gospel bless, If thou apply the word, Then our broken hearts confess The hammer of the Lord: Fully, Lord, thy hammer use, Force the nations to submit, Smite the rocks, and break, and bruise The world beneath thy feet. Page 25 "I will give them an heart to know me, that I am the Lord, and they shall be my people, and I will be their God: for they shall return unto me with their whole heart." Jer. xxiv. 7. True and faithful as thou art, To all thy church and me Give the new believing heart That knows and cleaves to thee; Freely our backslidings heal, And by thy balmy grace restor'd, Grant that every soul may feel "Thou art my pard'ning Lord!"