Wesley Corpus

2 Ah ! show me that happiest place, The place of thy people's abode, Where saints in an ecstasy gaze, And hang on a crucified God : Thy love for a sinner declare, Thy passion and death on the tree ; My spirit to Calvary bear, To suffer and triumph with thee. 3 'Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock, There only, I covet to rest, To lie at the foot of the rock, Or rise to be hid in thy breast : 'Tis there I would always abide, And never a moment depart ; Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side, Eternally held in thy heart. 1 r> OD of my life, to thee ^J My cheerful soul I raise ! Thy goodness bade me be, And still prolongs my days ; I see my natal hour return, And bless the day that I was born. 2 A clod of living earth, I glorify thy name, "ZZZ For JBelievers Rejoicing. From whom alone my birth, And all my blessings, came ; Creating and preserving grace, Let all that is within me praise. 3 Long as I live beneath, To thee O let me live ! To thee my every breath In thanks and praises give ! Whate'er I have, whate'er I am, Shall magnify my Maker's name. 4 My soul, and all its powers, Thine, wholly thine, shall be ; All, all my happy hours I consecrate to thee : Me to thine image now restore, And I shall praise thee evermore. 5 I wait thy will to do, As angels do in heaven ; In Christ a creature new, Most graciously forgiven, I wait thy perfect will to prove, All sanctified by spotless love. 6 Then, when the work is done, The work of faith with power, Receive thy favour' d son, In death's triumphant hour ; Like Moses to thyself convey, And kiss my raptured soul away. HYMN 230. 6-8's. 1 FOUNTAIN of life and all my joy, *- Jesus, thy mercies I embrace ; The breath thou giv'st, for thee employ, And wait to taste thy perfect grace ; No more forsaken and forlorn, I bless the day that I was born. For Believers Rejoicing. 223 Preserved, through faith, by power divine, A miracle of grace I stand ! I prove the strength of Jesus mine !