Wesley Corpus

Page 417 Who conquer thro' their Saviour's might, Who sink into perfection's height, And trample death beneath their feet, And gladly die their Lord to meet. They on the hidden manna feed The heavenly, true, angelic bread, Who gain'd on earth a partial taste Of bliss too exquisite to last, Obtain his fullest joy above, And all the sweetness of his love. Christ shall on them a name bestow Which no embodied saint can know, A new inexplicable name With God essentially the same! And what it is they then conceive, When Christ doth all his fulness give. Dost thou desire to know and see What thy mysterious name shall be? Contending for thy heavenly home, Thy latest foe, in death o'ercome; 'Till then thou searchest out in vain What only conquest can explain. But when the Lord hath clos'd thine eyes, And open'd them in paradise, Receiving thy new name unknown, Thou read'st it wrote on the white stone, Wrote on thy pure humanity "I gave her space to repent." Rev. ii. 21. Space to repent without the power, Lord, what would it avail? But grace attends the added hour To turn the hovering scale: If still I slight thy proffer'd grace, The fault is mine alone; Yet if thy mercy I embrace, The praise is all thine own. Page 418 "That which ye have already, hold fast 'till I come." Rev. ii. 25. Thou, Lord, who didst our faith bestow, Must give the power to hold it fast, Undaunted in thy steps to go From the first conflict to the last, Resolv'd to toil and suffer on, 'Till thou the second time appear, Ascend thy bright millennial throne, And reign the King of glory here. "He that overcometh, and keepeth my works unto the end, to him will I give power over the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron, c." Rev. ii. 26, 27. Jesus, the Son of God, in thee, I trust for that last victory, And kept by my eternal friend, I keep thy works, 'till life shall end, Obedient unto death endure, And find thy richest promise sure. So when thou shalt on earth appear, To fix thy heavenly kingdom here, I shall with my Redeemer join, Partake the victory divine, And cloath'd with thy resistless power The Conqueror of the world adore.