Wesley Corpus

Jesus, upheld by thy right hand, Though in the flesh I feel the thorn, I bless the day that I was born. Weary of life, through inbred sin, I was, but now defy its power ; When as a flood the foe comes in, My soul is more than conqueror ; I tread him down with holy scorn, And bless the day that I was born. Come, Lord, and make me pure within, And let me now be fill'd with God ! Live to declare I 'm saved from sin : And if I seal the truth with blood, My soul, from out the body torn, Shall bless the day that I was born ! HYMN 231. p.m. 1 A WAY with our fears ! The glad morning £*- appears, When an heir of salvation was born ! From Jehovah I came, For his glory I am, And to him I with singing return. 2 Thee, Jesus, alone, The fountain I own Of my life and felicity here ; And cheerfully sing My Redeemer and King, Till his sign in the heavens appear. 3 With thanks I rejoice In thy fatherly choice Of my state and condition below ; If of parents I came Who honour'd thy name, 'Twas thy wisdom appointed it so. 224 For Believers Rejoicing. 4 1 sing of thy grace, From my earliest days Ever near to allure and defend ; Hitherto thou hast been My preserver from sin, And I trust thou wilt save to the end. 5 O the infinite cares, And temptations, and snares Thy hand hath conducted me through ! O the blessings bestovv'd By a bountiful God, And the mercies eternally new ! 6 What a mercy is this, What a heaven of bliss, How unspeakably happy am I ! Gather'd into the fold, With thy people enrol I'd, With thy people to live and to die ! 7 O the goodness of God, Employing a clod His tribute of glory to raise ! His standard to bear, And with triumph declare His unspeakable riches of grace ! 8 O the fathomless love, That has deign'd to ap- prove And prosper the work of my hands ! With my pastoral crook I went over the brook, And, behold, I am spread into bands ! 9 Who, I ask in amaze, Hath begotten me these ?