Wesley Corpus

1 HPHOU, Lord, on whom I still depend, A Shalt keep me faithful to the end : J trust thy truth, and love, and power, Shall save me to the latest hour ; And, when I lay this hody down, Reward with an immortal crown. 2 Jesus, in thy great Name I go To conquer death, my final foe ! And when I quit this cumhrous clay, And soar on angels' wings away, My soul the second death defies, And reigns eternal in the skies. 3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, What Christ hath for his saints prepared, Who conquer through their Saviour's might, Who sink into perfection's height, And trample death beneath their feet, And gladly die their Lord to meet. 4 Dost thou desire to know and see, What thy mysterious name shall be ? Contending for thy heavenly home, Thy latest foe in death o'ercome ; Till then thou searchest out in vain, What only conquest can explain. HYMN 70. 8's. 1 T LONG to behold him array'd *~ With glory and light from above, The King in his beauty display'd, His beauty of holiest love : 1 languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode : O when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God ! Describing Heaven. 7o With him I on Sion shall stand, (For Jesus hath spoken the word,) The breadth of Iminanuel's land Survey by the light of my Lord ; But when, on thy bosom reclined, Thy face I am strength en' d to see, My fulness of rapture I find, My heaven of heavens, in thee. How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above ! No pain the inhabitants feel, No sickness or sorrow shall prove. Physician of souls, unto me Forgiveness and holiness give ; And then from the body set free, And then to the citv receive ! 1 T EADER of faithful souls, and Guide -L^ Of all that travel to the sky, Come, and with us, even us, abide, Who would on thee alone rely ; On thee alone our spirits stay, While held in life's uneven way. 2 Strangers and pilgrims here below, This earth, we know, is not our place ; But hasten through the vale of woe,