Wesley Corpus

Thy zeal to save my ransom'd soul This thing impossible shall do, And all my love of sin controul, 'Till love divine my heart renew, And force my joyful lips to own I love thee, Lord, and thee alone! "Feed my lambs: feed my sheep." John xxi. 15, 16. Help me, Lord, to feed and keep First the lambs, and then the sheep, Lambs to make my tenderest care, Lambs within my arms to bear: Both my happy charge I make, Both I cherish for thy sake, Thus in life, and death to prove, Lov'd of thee, that thee I love. "Follow me." John xxi. 19. Lord, I would thy servant be; Give me power to follow thee, Power to die the death divine, Power to live forever thine. "What is that to thee? Follow thou me." John xxi. 22. What is all the world to me, Meekly following after thee? Rooted in simplicity, What is all the world to me? Page 267 Hymn 494. "And now, Lord, behold their threatnings." Acts iv. 29. Jesus, the cause belongs to thee, When men against thy gospel rise; And now thou dost their threatnings see; Thou canst disperse them with thine eyes: Our foes and we are in thy hand, Who sittest on the righteous throne: And let thine awful counsel stand, And let thy sovereign will be done. "Him hath God exalted to be a Prince and a Saviour, to give repentance and forgiveness of sins." Acts v. 31. In thy state of exaltation, Answer, Lord, its end on me, Thou the God of my salvation, Thou my Prince and ruler be; Let me, first, the true repentance, Self-condemn'd, from thee receive, Then reverse the fearful sentence, Bid thy pardon'd rebel live. Page 268 "Devout men carried Stephen to his burial, and made great lamentation over him." Acts viii. 2. From their bleeding bosom rent, Might they not a saint lament? From the flock by violence torn, Might they not a shepherd mourn? Free from nature's fond excess, Thus may we our grief express, Thus a parted friend deplore, Griev'd for them that grieve no more. Chiefly, when the Lord of all Doth his instruments recall, Miss we our instructors here, Mourn a ravish'd minister;