Wesley Corpus

5 The things that were not, His mercy bids live ; His mercy un bought We freely receive ; His gracious compassion We thankfully prove, And all our salvation Ascribe to his love. For Believers Hejoicing. Mi HYMN 213. c. m. 1 A/fY God, the spring of all my joys, .It A The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights ! 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun : Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. 3 The op'ning heavens around me shine, With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word ; Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I 'd break through every foe ; The wings of love, and arms of faith, Would bear me conqu'ror through. HYMN 214. c. m. 1 HPALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove ; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love. 2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care ; Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. 3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice ; 20b For Relievers Rejoicing. My bounding heart shall own thy sway And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face ; 'Tis all I wish to seek ; To' attend the whispers of thy grace, And hear thee inly speak 5 Let this my every hour employ, Till I thy glory see ; Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee. HYMN 215. Tss. 1 / LORIOUS Saviour of my soul, J I lift it up to thee ; Thou hast made the sinner whole, Hast set the captive free ! Thou my debt of death hast paid ; Thou hast raised me from my fall ; Thou hast full atonement made : My Saviour died for all. 2 What could my Redeemer move To leave his Father's breast ? Pity drew him from above, And would not let him rest : Swift to succour sinking man,