Wesley Corpus

Jointly, Lord, we come to thee, All in one request agree, Feed us with the living bread, With thyself our spirits feed, Give the unction from above, Oil of joy, and wine of love. "And their soul shall be as a watered garden, and they shall not sorrow any more at all." Jer. xxxi. 12. For thy truth and mercy sake, As a water'd garden make Every soul that gasps for God, With thine holiest love o'erflow'd, 'Till by just degrees we rise Thy terrestrial paradise. Page 30 When from thee we cannot turn, Then we never more shall mourn, Quite recover'd from our fall, Shall not sin or grieve at all, Then we pray, give thanks adore, Sing, and triumph evermore. "I will satiate the soul of the priests with fatness, and my people shall be satisfied with my goodness." Jer. xxxi. 14. Pleading now thy faithful word, Let the priests enjoy their Lord, Satiate every hungring soul, Bid thy people's joy be full, Fill'd with all thy sanctity, Bid us lose ourselves in thee. "There is hope in thine end." Jer. xxxi. 17. I take thee at thy word: Let it accomplish'd be: According to thy promise, Lord, In death remember me! O seal it on my heart; And when I life resign, My hope if in my end thou art, Thou art forever mine. "Turn thou me, and I shall be turned." Jer. xxxi. 18. Throughout my fallen soul I feel Repentance is impossible; 'Till thou the rock hast rent, And chang'd to flesh the heart of stone, Like Satan in his chains, I groan, But never can repent. Page 31 "I have surely heard Ephraim bemoaning himself thus, c." Jer. xxxi. 18. Hast thou not heard my sad complaint? Do I not still myself bemoan? With all thy chastisements I want Thy grace, to break my heart of stone: 'Till thou my stony heart hast broke, Rebellious in distress and pain, I struggle to throw off thy yoke, I kick against the pricks in vain.