Wesley Corpus

More and more like Jesus grow, 'Till the Finisher I know, Gain the final victor's wreath, Perfect love in perfect death. 97Ori., "5"; an error. Page 371 "Who, for the joy which was set before him, endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right-hand of the throne of God." Heb. xii. 2. Can it mercenary be, Saviour, to endure like thee, Thy example to pursue, Thy reward to keep in view? For thy glory in the sky, Daily, Lord, with thee I die, Fasten'd to thy cross I am, Feel the pain, and slight the shame. Thou by that immortal hope Bear'st thy suffering servant up, Thou at God's right-hand sat down, Reachest out to me the crown. Let me then thy cup receive, With thy every sorrow grieve, Share thy last severest load, Languish for an absent God;98 Dying to my Father look, 'Till my final hour forsook,99 On the ignominious tree Hang, and bleed to death with thee: Sure, when I my soul resign, Life, eternal life, is mine, When into thine arms I fall, Heaven will make amends for all! "Who, for the joy which was set before him, endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right-hand of the throne of God." Heb. xii. 2. Jesus, I look to thee, A guilty, sinsick soul, I look thy healing wounds to see, I look, to be made whole; I look for peace, and more, I look for perfect grace, And then to see the heavenly shore, And then to see thy face. 98John Wesley underlined "Let me then" in line 1 and "Languish for an" in line 4 in his personal copy, drawing an exclamation point in the margin near line 1. 99John Wesley underlined this entire line in his personal copy, drawing an exclamation point in the margin.