Wesley Corpus

To inlighten and chear A lost sinner, appear, Holy Triad, in glory arise, In the person of him Who died to redeem, And insure me a place in the skies. Holy, holy, holy Lord, Mysterious One in Three, Must I perish unrestor'd, Through ignorance of thee? Still a dying sinner spare, 'Till thou from all my sins release: Tri-une God, regard my prayer, And bid me die in peace. Page 111 In a dreary vale of woe I long have liv'd in pain, Follow'd on the Lord to know, But follow'd on in vain: Still, alas, I know not where To find thee whom my lips confess: Tri-une God, regard my prayer, And bid me die in peace. Thou in mortal flesh reveal'd Didst hear the beggar's cry, Speak the felon's pardon seal'd When at the point to die: Thou didst on thy body bear The weight of my unrighteousness: Tri-une God, regard my prayer, And bid me die in peace. Poor and blind, condemn'd and lost, Thy ransom'd creature own; Father, send the Holy Ghost, And send in him, thy Son, By th' indwelling Comforter Renew me in thy holiness; Tri-une God, regard my prayer, And bid me die in peace. Father, Son, and Spirit, descend Into my panting heart, All my sins and griefs to end, Come tell me who thou art; Stamp me with thy character An heir of everlasting bliss; Tri-une God, regard my prayer, And bid me die in peace. Give me to believe aright, And then from earth remove, Swallow up my faith in sight My hope in heavenly love; Page 112 Thou who didst my place prepare, Prepare my soul thyself to see; Tri-une God, regard my prayer, And take me up to thee. Right notions have their slender use, But cannot a sound faith produce, Or vital piety, They cannot make the Godhead known, Or manifest Jehovah One In co-eternal Three. That virtue doth from Christ proceed, That power which animates the dead The Spirit of life exerts; The Father his own Son reveals The Tri-une God his image seals With pardon on our hearts. A fond imagination vain, A shadow floating in the brain Which we for faith misdeem, The meer result of nature's powers, 'Tis not a work of God but ours, 'Tis all a waking dream.