Wesley Corpus

In proof, thou wilt not cease to love, But still thy servant bless, This inbred stumbling-block remove By perfect holiness: I know the covenant is sure, Seal'd with thy Spirit's seal, And in me, when my heart is pure, Thou wilt forever dwell. "I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them, and will reveal unto them the abundance of peace and truth." Jer. xxxiii. 6. Physician of the sin-sick race, Come with thy plenitude of grace Page 35 To this poor dying soul, The oil and wine of grace pour in, And heal the desperate wounds of sin, And make my spirit whole. Ah, give me, Lord, in thee to find The spirit of an healthful mind, The kingdom from above, Thine utmost truth in me reveal, Mine unbelief and misery heal By perfect peace and love. Thy presence doth my bliss insure, Thy presence is my nature's cure; The truth, the peace thou art, And thee possessing, I possess Life everlasting righteousness, Perfection in my heart. "This is the name wherewith she shall be called, the Lord our righteousness." Jer. xxxiii. 16. Who truly know his name In righteousness restor'd, Partakers of his grace they claim The title of their Lord, His shining character Throughout their lives express, And all his superscription bear In perfect holiness. "Oh do not this abominable thing that I hate." Jer. xliv. 4. The thing my God doth hate That I no more may do, Thy creature, Lord, again create, And all my soul renew; My soul shall then, like thine, Abhor the thing unclean, And sanctified by love divine, Forever cease from sin. Page 36 "Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive, and let thy widows trust in me." Jer. xlix. 11. O thou faithful God of love, Gladly I thy promise plead, Waiting for my last remove, Hastning to the happy dead, Lo, I cast on thee my care, Breathe my latest breath in prayer. Trusting in thy word alone, I to thee my children leave; Call my little ones thine own, Give them all thy blessings give, Keep them while on earth they breathe, Save their souls from endless death. Whom I to thy grace commend Into thine embraces take, Be her sure immortal friend, Save her for my Saviour's sake; Free from sin, from sorrow free, Let my widow trust in thee.