Wesley Corpus

Here let me ever lie And tremble at thy grace, Afraid to meet thy pitying eye, To see thy smiling face: Thus only may I prove My growth in grace sincere, And calmly wait, till perfect love Compleat my humble fear. "Present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is, your reasonable service." Rom. xii. 1. What victims doth our God demand? Not thoughtless beasts, or bodies slain: Ourselves before thine altar stand, The reasoning souls of living men; Our bodies too, thro' Christ thy Son, An holy sacrifice we give, And serve, and please our God alone, And only for thy glory live. "I say, thro' the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith." Rom. xii. 3. Jesus, to me vouchsafe the grace Of jealous self-mistrusting fear, And then the vigilant faithfulness To warn thy flock of danger near, Page 285 That all may cautiously go on, Nor glory in a state unknown. Not one of all thy saints but needs The warning salutary word: Ev'n grace the pride of nature feeds, Forgetful of our gracious Lord If once we in our gifts delight, And arrogate the giver's right. Wherefore let every soul beware, Nor think above what God hath done, Nor pompously his state declare, But magnify the Lord alone, And thus his faith's true measure prove By soberness of humble love. "Abhor that which is evil, cleave to that which is good." Rom. xii. 9. By nature, Lord, I evil love; Thou by the virtue of thy grace The dire propensity remove, The heart that hates thy righteous ways: Stamp thy whole image on my breast, And partner of thy purity, Sin I shall perfectly detest, And cleave with all my soul to thee. "Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord." Rom. xii. 11. Their earthly task who fail to do, Neglect their heavenly business too, Nor know what faith and duty mean, Who use religion as a skreen, Asunder put what God hath join'd A diligent and pious mind. Full well the labour of our hands With fervency of spirit stands, For God, who all our days hath given, From toil excepts but one in seven;