Wesley Corpus

Spirit of faith, my soul convince Of Jesu's righteousness, Which hides, and swallows up my sins, And bids my sorrows cease: The God supreme, in heaven ador'd Who did my sorrows bear, Enable me to call him Lord, And all his power declare. Page 119 What tho' the sinners' chief I am, If thou pronounce me free, I stand absolv'd in Jesus' name, And justified by thee: The pledge, the witness, and the seal, If thou my portion art, I find, and every moment feel The Triad in my heart. Faith, tho' rational, is founded Not on man, but God alone, On the great Jehovah grounded, Persons Three in essence One: Who aright his Lord confesses, Unremoveable he stands, Fixt on an eternal basis, 'Stablish'd with almighty hands. Not on vain imaginations Do we, Lord, for proof depend; Not on fancied inspirations, When thou dost thy Spirit send: Unenlighten'd reason leaves us Nought to build our faith upon: Evidence thy Spirit gives us Brighter than the mid-day sun. Slighting nature's every feeling We on grace alone rely: God in us his Son revealing Makes us Abba Father cry: When we find the hidden treasure, Christ discover'd from above, Then our souls perceive the pleasure, Impulse sweet of Jesus' love. O that all our blind gainsayers Might the loving impulse feel! Tri-une God, regard our prayers, Thou in them thyself reveal, Page 120 By the Spirit's demonstration Teach their hearts the mystery, Show to each the great salvation, Tell him I have pardon'd thee! Bowels of divine compassion, Love reveal'd in Persons Three, God of grace and consolation, Manifest thyself to me: Conscious of my blood-bought pardon, Let me in thine image rise: Make my soul a watred garden, Give me back my paradise. Make thy goodness pass before me, Glorious God thyself proclaim, To my first estate restore me, Re-imprest with thy new name, In the likeness of my Maker Re-begotten from above, Of thy holiness partaker, Fill'd with all the life of love. Father, to thy protection From fiends and men I fly, And rest in thy affection, When passion's storm runs high, Beneath my soul, defended From all invading harms, Thy mercy hath extended Its everlasting arms. Jesus, Jehovah's power, Thy promis'd help I claim, And run into the tower Of thine almighty name: