Wesley Corpus

Page 215 Led him a way that nature never knew, And from the busy careless croud withdrew, To serious solitude his heart inclin'd Tir'd with the noise and follies of mankind, Impatiently resolv'd to cast the world behind. The power unseen which bad his wand'ring cease, Follow'd, and found him in the wilderness Gave him the hearing ear, and seeing eye, And pointed to the blood of sprinkling nigh, (That blood divine which makes the conscience clean, That fountain open'd for a world of sin) Call'd him to hear the name to sinners given, The only saving name in earth or heaven. So when the first degenerated man Far in the woods from his Creator ran, Mercy pursu'd, his fugitive to seize, And stop'd his trembling flight among the trees; "Where art thou, man?" he heard his Maker say, Calm-walking in the cool decline of day, Aghast he heard; came forth with guilty fear, And found the bruiser of the serpent near, Receiv'd the promise of his sin forgiven, And for an Eden lost an antepast of heaven. Hail Mary's Son! thy mercies never end, Thy mercies reach'd, and sav'd my happy friend! He felt th' atoning blood by FAITH applied, And freely was the sinner justified, Sav'd by a miracle of grace divine And O! my God, the ministry was mine!