Wesley Corpus

Page 34 25 Believe who will that human pain, Pleasing to God can prove: Let Molock feast him with the slain, Our God, we know, is love. 26 Lord, if indeed, without a bound, Infinite love thou art, The HORRIBLE DECREE confound, Enlarge thy people's heart! 27 Ah! Who is as thy servants blind, So to misjudge their God! Scatter the darkness of their mind, And shed thy love abroad. 28 Give them conceptions worthy thee, Give them in Jesu's face, Thy merciful design to see, Thy all-redeeming grace. 29 Stir up thy strength, and help us, Lord, The preachers multiply, Send forth thy light, and give the word, And let the shadows fly. 30 Oh! If thy Spirit send forth me, The meanest of the throng, I'll sing thy grace divinely free, And teach mankind the song. 31 Grace will I sing, thro' Jesu's name, On all mankind bestow'd; The everlasting truth proclaim, And seal that truth with blood. 32 Come then, thou all-embracing love, Our frozen bosom warm; Dilating fire within us move, With truth and meekness arm. 33 Let us triumphantly ride on, And more than conquerors prove,