Wesley Corpus

Thy olorv, not our own : Still let us keep our end in view, And still the pleasing task pursue, To please our God alone. 3 The secret pride, the subtle sin, O let it never more steal in, To' offend thy glorious eyes ; To desecrate our hallow'd strain, And make our solemn service vain, And mar our sacrifice. 4 To magnify thy awful name, To spread the honours of the Lamb, Let us our voices raise ; Our souls' and bodies' powers unite, Regardless of our own delight, And dead to human praise. 5 Still let us on our guard be found, And watch against the power of sound, With sacred jealousy ; Lest, haply, sense should damp our zeal, And music's charms bewitch and steal Our hearts away from thee. For Believers Rejoicing. 20 1 6 That hurrying strife far off remove, That noisy burst of selfish love, Which swells the formal song ; The joy from out our hearts arise, And speak and sparkle in our eyes, And vibrate on our tongue. 7 Thee let us praise, our common Lord, And sweetly join with one accord Thy goodness to proclaim : Jesus, thyself in us reveal, And all our faculties shall feel Thy harmonizing name. 8 With calmly-reverential joy, O let us all our lives employ In setting forth thy love ; And raise in death our triumph higher, And sing, with all the heavenly choir, That endless song above ! HYMN 205. p. m. Y God, I am thine, What a comfort divine, What a blessing to know that my Jesus is mine ! In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am, And my heart it doth dance at the sound of his name. 2 True pleasures abound In the rapturous sound ; And whoever hath found it, hath paradise found : My Jesus to know, And feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below. 3 Yet onward I haste To the heavenly feast : That, that is the fulness ; but this is the taste! And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love. £yJ*Z For Believers liejoicing. HYMN 206. 8\v. 1 Aim AT am I, O thou glorious God ! ^ * And what my father's house to thee, That thou such mercies hast bestow'd