Wesley Corpus

The prayer, the fast, the word conveys, When mixt with faith, thy life to me, In all the channels of thy grace, I still have fellowship with thee, But chiefly here my soul is fed With fullness of immortal bread. Communion closer far I feel, And deeper drink th' atoning blood, The joy is more unspeakable, And yields me larger draughts of God, 'Till nature faints beneath the power, And faith fill'd up can hold no more. Hymn LV. 'Tis not a dead external sign Which here my hopes require, The living power of love divine In Jesus I desire. I want the dear Redeemer's grace, I seek the crucified, The man that suffer'd in my place, The God that groan'd, and dyed. Page 40 Swift, as their rising Lord to find The two disciples ran, I seek the Saviour of mankind, Nor shall I seek in vain. Come all who long his20 face to see That did our burthen bear, Hasten to Calvary with me, And we shall find him there. Hymn LVI. How dreadful is the mystery, Which instituted, Lord, by thee Or life or death conveys! Death to the impious and profane; Nor shall our faith in thee be vain, Who here expect thy grace. Who eats unworthily this bread Pulls down thy curses on his head, And eats his deadly bane; And shall not we who rightly eat Live by the salutary meat, And equal blessings gain? Destruction if thy body shed, And strike the soul of sinners dead Who dare the signs abuse; Surely the instrument divine To all that are, or would be thine Shall saving health diffuse. Savour of life and joy and bliss, Pardon, and power, and perfect peace We shall herewith receive, The grace imply'd through faith is given, And we that eat the bread of heaven The life of heaven shall live. 20Ori., "this"; changed in 3rd edn. (1751) and following. Page 41 Hymn LVII. O the depth of love divine, Th' unfathomable grace! Who shall say how bread and wine God into man conveys? How the bread his flesh imparts, How the wine transmits his blood, Fills his faithful people's hearts With all the life of God!