Wesley Corpus

Triumphant host! They never cease To laud and magnify The Tri-une God of holiness, Whose glory fills the sky; Whose glory to this earth extends, While God himself imparts, And the whole Trinity descends Into our faithful hearts. Page 101 By faith the upper quire we meet, And challenge them to sing Jehovah on his shining seat, Our Maker, God, and King: But God made flesh is wholly ours, And asks a nobler strain, The Father of celestial powers, The friend of earth-born man. Ye seraphs nearest to the throne, With rapturous amaze On us, poor, ransom'd worms look down, For heaven's superior praise: The King whose glorious face ye see, For us his crown resign'd; That fulness of the deity, He died for all mankind! To: "Sinners, obey the gospel-word." The witnesses in heaven ador'd, The Father, Holy Ghost, and Word, One God with all his church we own, In Persons Three for ever One. But 'till our souls are born again, We to the truth assent in vain, By notions right ourselves deceive, And only fancy we believe. The Tri-une God we cannot know, Unless he doth the faith bestow, Faith which removes our mountain-load, And brings us to a pard'ning God: Sure evidence of things unseen, Which swallows up the gulph between, The light of life divine imparts, And forms Jehovah in our hearts. Page 102 O that we all might thus believe, The truth in humble love receive, Author of faith our Saviour find In God the Father of mankind; In both the Holy Spirit know (Who doth where'er he listeth blow) And the whole Trinity receive For ever in our hearts to live! To: "O love divine, how sweet thou art!" Thee, great tremendous deity, Whom Three in One, and One in Three I to the world proclaim, Inspire with purity and peace, And add me to thy witnesses By telling me thy name. Fixt on the Athanasian mound, I still require a firmer ground My sinking faith to bear: I want to feel my soul renew'd In the similitude of God, Jehovah's character. My notions true are notions vain; By them I cannot grace obtain, Or sav'd from sin arise: Knowledge acquir'd by books or creeds My learn'd self-righteous pride it feeds; 'Tis love that edifies.