Wesley Corpus

Are all laid up above : Far above all earthly things, While yet my hands are here employ 'd, Sees my soul the King of kings, And freely talks with God. For Believers Working. oil O that all the art might know Of living thus to thee ! Find their heaven begun below, And here thy glory see ! Walk in all the works prepared By thee to exercise their grace, Till they gain their full reward, And see thy glorious face ! 1 /APTAIN of Israel's host, and Guide Of all who seek the land above, Beneath thy shadow we abide, The cloud of thy protecting love : Our strength, thy grace ; our rule, thy word ; Our end, the glory of the Lord. 2 By thine unerring Spirit led, We shall not in the desert stray ; We shall not full direction need, Nor miss our providential way ; As far from danger as from fear, While love, almighty love, is near. THOU who earnest from above, The pure celestial fire to' impart, Kindle a flame of sacred love On the mean altar of my heart. 2 There let it for thy glory burn, With inextinguishable blaze ; And trembling to its source return, In humble prayer and fervent praise. oi.2 For Believers Working. 3 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire To work, and speak, and think for thee ; Still let me guard the holy fire, And still stir up thy gift in me. 4 Ready for all thy perfect will, My acts of faith and love repeat, Till death thy endless mercies seal, And make the sacrifice complete. ATHEN quiet in my house I sit, Thy book be my companion still ; My joy thy sayings to repeat, Talk o'er the records of thy will, And search the oracles divine, Till every heart -felt word be mine. 2 O may the gracious words divine Subject of all my converse be : So will the Lord his follower join, And walk and talk himself with me ; So shall my heart his presence prove, And burn with everlasting love. 3 Oft as I lay me down to rest, O may the reconciling word Sweetly compose my weary breast ! While, on the bosom of my Lord, 1 sink in blissful dreams away, And visions of eternal day. 4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,