Wesley Corpus

Thou art the end of doubtful care, The antidote of sad despair We feel in that sweet power of thine, Thro' thee, who lift'st the fallen up, 31"Thy" changed to "the" in 2nd edn. (1747) and 1753-1768 edns. 32Orig., "e'er"; but clearly used in sense of "before." Page 34 We rise, rejoice, abound in hope, And bless thine energy divine. Author of never-failing peace Whene'er we languish in distress, O'erwhelm'd with sin and misery, Thy presence brings us sure relief, To gladness turns our every grief; And joy in God is joy in thee. Spirit of meek and godly fear, The children taught of thee revere And do their heavenly Father's will, Pierc'd with an humble filial awe They love to keep his blessed law, And all his kind commands fulfil. Spirit of pure and holy LOVE, We feel thee streaming from above, In calm unutterable peace, The LOVE by thee diffus'd abroad Unites our happy hearts to God, And seals our everlasting bliss. Hymn XXXI. Spirit of holiness, and root, Thy gracious God-delighting fruit Is joy, fidelity and peace, Meekness which no affront can move, Truth, temperance, long-suffering, LOVE, And universal righteousness. Restorer of the sin-sick mind, Our souls a perfect soundness find Thro' all their powers in thee renew'd, Spirit of life and might divine, By thee we in the image shine, In all the strength and life of God. Thou dost the living power exert T' invig'rate and confirm the heart Page 35 Of those who feel thy work begun, To exercise our every grace, Quicken us in the glorious race, 'Till all the glorious race is run. Thro' thee the flesh we mortify, A daily death rejoice to die, To live from sin for ever free: An holy sinless life to lead Is only in thy track to tread, To walk in LOVE, in God, in thee. Thro' thee we render God his due, The worship spiritual and true With loving hearts rejoice to pay, Him, while we find thy present power, In truth and spirit we adore, And pray whene'er in thee we pray. Thou pleadest in the living stones With speechless eloquence of groans Which pierce our pitying Father's ear; The answer of thy prayer we feel The glorious joy unspeakable And triumph in the Comforter.