Wesley Corpus

The Promise of Sanctification Scripture: Ezekiel 36:25 Source: Christian Perfection, a Sermon (1741), pp. 44-48 Author: Charles Wesley --- God of all power, and truth, and grace, Which shall from age to age endure; Whose word, when heaven and earth shall pass, Remains, and stands for ever sure: Calmly to thee my soul looks up, And waits thy promises to prove; The object of my stedfast hope, The seal of thine eternal love. That I thy mercy may proclaim, That all mankind thy truth may see, Hallow thy great and glorious name, And perfect holiness in me. Chose from the world if now I stand Adorn'd in righteousness divine; If brought into the promis'd land I justly call the Saviour mine: Perform the work thou hast begun, My inmost soul to thee convert; Love me, for ever, love thine own, And sprinkle with thy blood my heart. Thy sanctifying Spirit pour To quench my thirst, and wash me clean; Now, Father, let the gracious shower Descend, and make me pure from sin. Purge me from every sinful blot; My idols all be cast aside. Cleanse me from every evil thought, From all the filth of self and pride. Give me a new, a perfect heart, From doubt, and fear, and sorrow free, The mind which was in Christ impart, And let my spirit cleave to thee. O take this heart of stone away, (Thy rule it doth not, cannot own) In me no longer let it stay; O take away this heart of stone. The hatred of my carnal mind Out of my flesh at once remove; Give me a tender heart, resign'd And pure, and fill'd with faith and love. Within me thy good Spirit place, Spirit of health, and love, and power, Plant in me thy victorious grace, And sin shall never enter more. Cause me to walk in Christ my way, And I thy statutes shall fulfil; In every point thy law obey, And perfectly perform thy will. Hast thou not said, who canst not lie, That I thy law shall keep and do? Lord, I believe, tho' men deny. They all are false, but thou art true. O that I now from sin releas'd Thy word might to the utmost prove! Enter into the promis'd rest, The Canaan of thy perfect love! There let me ever, ever dwell; Be thou my God, and I will be Thy servant: O set to thy seal; Give me eternal life in thee. From all remaining filth within, Let me in thee salvation have, From actual, and from inbred sin My ransom'd soul persist to save. Wash out my old orig'nal stain; Tell me no more, It cannot be, Demons, or men! The Lamb was slain, His blood was all pour'd out for me. Sprinkle it, Jesu, on my heart! One drop of thy all-cleansing blood Shall make my sinfulness depart, And fill me with the life of God. Father, supply my every need; Sustain the life thyself hast given. Call for the corn, the living bread, The manna that comes down from heav'n. The gracious fruits of righteousness, Thy blessings unexhausted store In me abundantly increase, Nor let me ever hunger more. Let me no more in deep complaint "My leanness, O my leanness," cry, Alone consum'd with pining want Of all my Father's children I! The painful thirst, the fond desire, Thy joyous presence shall remove, While my full soul doth still require Thy whole eternity of love. Holy, and true, and righteous Lord, I wait to prove thy perfect will, Be mindful of thy gracious word, And stamp me with thy Spirit's seal. Thy faithful mercies let me find, In which thou causest me to trust; Give me the meek and lowly mind, And lay my spirit in the dust. Shew me how foul my heart hath been, When all renew'd by grace I am, When thou hast emptied me of sin, Shew me the fulness of my shame. Open my faith's interior eye: Display thy glory from above, And all I am shall sink, and die, Lost in astonishment and love. Confound, o'erpower me with thy grace! I would be by myself abhor'd, (All might, all majesty, all praise, All glory be to Christ my Lord!) Now let me gain perfection's height! Now let me into nothing fall! Be less than nothing in thy sight, And feel that Christ is all in all.