Wesley Corpus

Our meanest deeds exalt, improve, On the altar of thy love Accept them, Lord, as thine; Consume us in that sacred fire, And let our hallow'd lives expire A sacrifice divine. To: "Jesus, dear departed Lord," (Hymn 15). Lord of all, thy creatures see Waiting for their food on thee, The first of the tune settings in the Hymns on the Great Festivals. Page 2 That we may with thanks receive Give, herewith thy blessing give; Fill our mouths with food and praise: Taste we in the gift the grace, Take it as thro' Jesus given, Eat on earth the bread of heaven. To: "Sinners, obey the gospel-word," (Hymn 18). Father, accept our sacrifice Thro' Christ well pleasing in thine eyes, Thy glory here we make our aim, And eat and drink in Jesu's name; Our food we now with fear receive, Nor live to eat, but eat to live, To live, till all our work is done, And serve thy blessed will alone. To: "Hearts of stone, relent, relent," (Hymn 6). Jesus, we thy promise plead, Grant the things for which we pray, Give us, Lord, our daily bread This and every happy day, Now our bodies' strength renew, Feed our needy spirits too. Comfort every longing heart Longing thee alone to know, Nourishment divine impart, Immaterial bread bestow, Bread, by which our souls may live, Give, thyself for ever give! To: "'Tis finish'd, 'tis done!" (Hymn 13). O Father of all Who fillest with good The ravens that call On thee for their food; Them ready to perish Thou lov'st to sustain, And wilt thou not cherish The children of men? Page 3 On thee we depend Our wants to supply, Whose goodness shall send Us bread from the sky: On earth thou shalt give us A taste of thy love, And shortly receive us To banquet above. To: "O love divine, c." (Hymn 19). O thou, whose bowels yearn'd to see The hungry crowd that follow'd thee And nothing had to eat, Pity again the famish'd throng, Who have with thee continued long, And faint for want of meat.