Wesley Corpus

I shall not always make my moan, Or worship thee a God unknown, But I shall live to prove, Thy people's rest, thy saints' delight, The length, and breadth, and depth and height Of all-redeeming love. 105A manuscript draft of this part exists as a distinct hymn on a leaf torn from a larger collection (numbered pages 23-24) in MARC, DDCW 6. This earlier draft is expressed throughout in the first person plural so that, for example, the first line reads "Come, Lord, and help us to rejoice." The draft is also only seven stanzas long (omitting stanza three). One other small variant is noted below where it occurs. Page 245 I cannot love thee little, Lord, Whenever by thy grace restor'd, I taste how good thou art: Much I shall love,106 or not at all, Forgiven much I surely shall Love thee with all my heart. O glorious hope of perfect love! It lifts me up to things above, It bears on eagle's wings, It gives my ravish'd soul a taste, And makes me for some moments feast With Jesu's priests and kings. Rejoicing now in earnest hope, I stand, and from the mountain-top See all the land below, Rivers of milk and honey rise, And all the fruits of paradise In endless plenty grow. A land of corn, and wine, and oil, Favour'd with God's107 peculiar smile, With every blessing blest; There dwells the Lord our righteousness, And keeps his own in perfect peace, And everlasting rest. O that I might at once go up, No more on this side Jordan stop, But now the land possess, This moment end my legal years, Sorrows, and sins, and doubts and fears, An howling wilderness! Now, O my Joshua, bring me in, Cast out my foes; the inbred sin, The carnal mind remove: The purchase of thy death divide, And O! With all the sanctified Give me a lot of love. 106Ori., "Much shall love"; corrected to "Much shall I love" in errata; and to above in subsequent edns. 107The manuscript draft reads "heaven's" instead of "God's." Page 246 "Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from ALL iniquity." Titus ii. 14. Jesu, Redeemer of mankind, How little art thou known By sinners of a carnal mind, Who claim thee for their own;