Wesley Corpus

Dreamers of your salvation sure, Awaking unto righteousness, Your Antinomian faith abjure, Your groundless hope, and hellish peace; Arise, and wash away your sins: And then the work of faith begins! Particularly St. Paul's doctrine of justification by faith. Page 386 "If any man offend not in word, the same is a perfect man." James iii. 2. What, never speak one evil word, Or rash, or idle, or unkind! O, how shall I, most gracious Lord, This mark of true perfection find? Thy sinless mind in me reveal, Thy Spirit's plenitude impart, And all my language pure shall tell Th' abundance of a loving heart. "The wisdom that is from above, is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy." James iii. 17. I want that wisdom from above, From earthly, devilish mixtures pure, That faith divine producing love, And peace which speaks my pardon sure, That knowledge of the crucified Which bids my sins and sorrows cease, And witnesses his blood applied In perfect purity and peace. With true celestial wisdom fill'd, Soft, yielding, meek my soul shall be; (Not rigid, sour, morose, self-will'd) And mild as docile infancy, Easy to be convinc'd, and led By reason's and religion's sway, No importunity I need, But man for Jesu's sake obey. Mercy from God and heavenly grace Shall then erect its throne within, And all the fruits of righteousness Throughout my spotless life be seen, To every soul my bowels move, Within no party banks confin'd, My open, frank, and generous love O'erflows alike to all mankind. Page 387 "From whence come wars and fightings among you? Come they not hence, even of your lusts?" James iv. 1. Horrible lust of fame and power How long shall it o'er kings prevail! Who bid the sword their kind devour, Lay waste the earth, and people hell, And madly for themselves prepare The highest thrones of torment there! Father, from every bosom chase The demon of ambitious pride; In pity to our slaughter'd race, For whom thy only Son hath died, The Saviour-Prince, the peace of man, Send him, in all our hearts to reign.