Wesley Corpus

Thee may I publish all day long ; And let thy precious word of grace Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue , Fill all my life with purest love, And join me to the church above. For Believers Suffering. HYMN 329. c. m. 1 HPHEE, Jesus, full of truth and grace, *- Thee, Saviour, we adore ; Thee in affliction's furnace praise, And magnify thy power. 2 Thy power, in human weakness shown, Shall make us all entire ; We now thy guardian presence own, And walk unburn'd in fire. 3 Thee, Son of Man, by faith we see, And glory in our guide ; Surrounded and upheld by thee, The fiery test abide. 4 The fire our graces shall refine, Till, moulded from above, We bear the character divine, The stamp of perfect love. 1 O AVIOUR of all, what hast thou done, ^ What hast thou suffer'd on the tree ? Why didst thou groan thy mortal groan, Obedient unto death for me ? The mystery of thy passion show, The end of all thy griefs below. 2 Thy soul, for sin an offering made, Hath clear'd this guilty soul of mine ; Thou hast for me a ransom paid, To change my human to divine, o!4 For Believers Suffering. To cleanse from all iniquity, And make the sinner all like thee. 3 Pardon, and grace, and heaven to buy, My bleeding Sacrifice expired ; But didst thou not my Pattern die, That, by thy glorious Spirit fired, Faithful to death I might endure, And make the crown by suffering- sure ? 4 Thou didst the meek example leave That I might in thy footsteps tread ; Might, like the Man of Sorrows, grieve, And groan and bow with thee my head ; Thy dying in my body bear, And all thy state of suffering share. 5 Thy every suffering servant, Lord, Shall as his perfect Master be ; To all thy inward life restored, And outwardly conform'd to thee, Out of thy grave the saint shall rise, And grasp, through death, the glorious prize. 6 This is the strait and royal way, That leads us to the courts above ; Here let me ever, ever stay, Till, on the wings of perfect love, I take my last triumphant flight, From Calvary's fo Sion's height. HYMN 331. c. m.