Wesley Corpus

Who thee remembers in thy ways, And follows after holiness, Because on thee his mind he stays, Him thou wilt keep in perfect peace. Who trust to be redeem'd from sin, And all thy holy will to prove, Thy open arms shall take him in, And root and 'stablish him in love. Trust in the Lord, ye sons of men, The Lord Almighty to redeem; Your faith in him shall not be vain, He saves whoever trust in him. Page 5 His saving power no limits knows, In strength and goodness infinite; Satan and sin his arm o'erthrows, And bruises them beneath our feet. He brings them down who dwell on high, Humbles each vain aspiring boast, Bulwarks and towers, that threat the sky, He fells, and levels with the dust. He lays the lofty city low, O'erturns, and brings it to the ground; His hands destroy the inbred foe, And all the strength of sin confound. That haughty Babylon within Shall to believing souls submit: They shall not always strive with sin, But tread it down beneath their feet. Satan's strong-holds o'erthrown shall be, The poor shall on their ruins tread, Lead captive their captivity, From all their sins for ever freed. This is the triumph of the just, Whoe'er on thee their spirit stay, Shall find the God in whom they trust; PERFECTION is their shining way. Most holy, pure, and perfect thou, Just of thyself, and good4 alone, Dost all thy children's paths allow, When cleans'd, and sanctified in one. 4Ori., "God"; corrected in errata and 2nd edn. (1755). Page 6 Part II. Awaken'd by thy threatnings, Lord, We long have seen our lost estate, And still we hang upon thy word, And still for full redemption wait. 'Tis all our soul's desire to know Thy loveliness, and to proclaim, To perfect holiness below, And shew forth all thy glorious name. Thee with my spi'rit have I desir'd, And mourn'd throughout the live-long night, To thee my early soul aspir'd; And still I want thy blissful sight. Still do I languish for thy grace, And groan in pain to be renew'd, And all within me seeks thy face, And all I am cries out for God. Thy awful judgments first awoke, And fill'd with terrors from above, We sunk beneath thine anger's stroke, And trembled, 'till we felt thy love.