Wesley Corpus

Page 255 He groan'd beneath my sinful load, He pour'd out all his sacred blood: Above, I want this only sight, To view the Lamb by his own light, T' admire the lustre of those scars, Which brightens all the morning-stars! "If any man serve me, him will my Father honour." John xii. 26. Jesus, how great thy servants are! What dignity on man bestow'd! We, who rejoice thy yoke to bear, Are honour'd with th' esteem of God, Thy praise, thy glory we obtain, And kings we in thy kingdom reign. "I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me." John xii. 32. The promise made our fallen race, And by the blood of Jesus seal'd, The word of all-attracting grace, I find ten thousand times fulfill'd: But, Lord, I want the sight above, The grace to saints triumphant given; Draw by the cords of perfect love, And draw me to thyself in heaven. "Having loved his own, he loved them unto the end." John xiii. 1. Saviour, am not I thine own? Throughout my evil days, Surely thou on me hast shewn The riches of thy grace: Thee, the sinner's constant friend, In life, and death I trust on thee; Love me, Lord, when time shall end, Thro' all eternity.