Wesley Corpus

Ah, when shall we increase Their heavenly extasies! Chant, like them, the Lord most-high, Fall like them who dare not move, Holy, holy, holy cry, Breathe the praise of silent love! Come, Father, in the Son, And in the Spirit down, Glorious, Tri-une majesty, God thro' endless ages blest, Make us meet thy face to see, Then receive us to thy breast. The great God ever-blest In the Father confest Is confest in the Spirit and Son: His worshippers true, We attribute his due To Three Persons essentially One. The philosopher vain May adore a mere man; Or invent a subordinate God: Jehovah supreme We acknowledge in him Who hath purchas'd our souls with his blood. The most holy and high We alike glorify And adore in the Spirit of love; Who his Godhead reveals, When our spirit he seals, And prepares for a kingdom above. Page 109 Neither greater nor less In the Three we confess; First, Second, and Third are the same: All the Persons we find Everlastingly join'd In the common, ineffable name. On Jehovah in all We faithfully call, And the Triad in Unity love; He inspires us to vie With our friends in the sky, And heighten the triumph above. We give glory to God Who the grace has bestow'd To confess, and to praise him aright; Singing on 'till we see The One essence in Three, And are lost in the rapturous sight. Thou unsearchable Three, Whom I languish to see, Attend to my suppliant groan: Thou knowst my sad case, With my lips I confess, But adore a Jehovah unknown. For redemption I call, Immerst in my fall, Overwhelm'd with a mountain of night: Still unanswer'd I pray For a pitiful ray From the true inaccessible light. Page 110 O Father, on me (While I feel after thee) Let the light of thy countenance shine In Immanuel's face, In the Spirit of grace, In the fulness of mercy divine. Thou alone didst inspire This impatient desire Of a knowledge I cannot attain, 'Till thyself thou reveal, And I joyfully feel I am born in thy image again. Nothing here can relieve 'Till thyself I retrieve By a mystical birth from above: Come Father, and Son, With the Comforter down In the likeness of heavenly love.