Wesley Corpus

Summon'd to my heavenly home Then I shall with joy reply, Answering to thy call I come, Gladly get me up and die, Made, and bought by grace divine, Thine I am, forever thine. Thou who dost my soul require, Thou who hast my soul prepar'd, Satisfy thine own desire, Bless me with thine own reward, Since thou canst not rest alone, Take me, take me to thy throne. Page 23666 "Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower and is cut down, he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not." Job xiv. 1, 2. Man, born of a woman impure, To trouble and misery born, Not meant upon earth to endure Must soon to corruption return: Cut down as a flourishing flower, He fades, as a shadow he flies, His beauty is gone in an hour; He blooms for a moment, and dies. "Thou castest off fear, and restrainest prayer before God." Job xv. 4. Fear of God before mine eyes Lifts to him my praying heart; But when I his fear despise, From his footstool I depart, When I lose my gracious care, Only then I cease from prayer. Father, to my heart appear Pleas'd and smiling in thy Son; Conscious of thy presence near, Bow'd and humbled at thy throne, Then I in thy sight shall stay, Always fear, and always pray. "What is man, that he should be clean? And he which is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?" Job xv. 14. Of woman born, of flesh alone, Man must be filthy and unclean, Draughts of iniquity drink down; For all his heart and soul is sin: But chang'd, and purified by grace, A witness of the Spirit's power, He sees his Saviour's smiling face, And born of God, he sins no more. 66Ori., "239"; a misprint. Page 237 "My face is foul with weeping, and on mine eyelids is the shadow of death." Job xvi. 16. My mournful face is foul with tears, 'Till the Man of Griefs appears, And chases mine away, The shade of death hangs o'er my eyes, 'Till thou the Sun of heaven arise, To bring the gospel-day.