Wesley Corpus

1 ET not the wise his wisdom boast ; -*-- ' The mighty glory in his might ; The rich in flattering riches trust, Which take their everlasting flight. The rush of numerous years bears down The most gigantic strength of man ; And where is all his wisdom gone, When dust he turns to dust again ! 2 One only gift can justify The boasting soul that knows his God ; When Jesus cloth his blood apply, I glory in his sprinkled blood. The Lord my Righteousness I praise ; I triumph in the love divine, The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace, In Christ to endless ages mine. 400 For Believers Saved. HYMN 423. 7'sSfQ's. 1 ^\^7HO can worthily commend * * Thy love unsearchable ! Love that made thee condescend Our curse and death to feel : Thou, the great, eternal God, Who didst thyself our ransom pay, Hast, with thy own precious blood, Wash'd all our sins away. 2 By the Spirit of our Head Anointed priests and kings, Conquerors of the world, we tread On all created things ; Sit in heavenly places down, While yet we in the flesh remain : Now, partakers of thy throne, Before thy Father reign. 3 In thy members here beneath The Intercessor prays ; Here we in the Spirit breathe The quintessence of praise ; Offer up our all to God ; And God beholds, with gracious eyes, First the purchase of thy blood, And then our sacrifice. 4 Jesus, let thy kingdom come, (Inspired by thee we pray,) Previous to the general doom, The everlasting day : Take possession of thine own, And let us then our Saviour see Glorious on thy heavenly throne, To all eternity. For Believers Saved. 401 HYMN 424. Ts$&s. 1 JS, who climb thy holy hill, ^ A general blessing make : Let the world our influence feel, Our gospel grace partake : Grace, to help in time of need, Pour out on sinners from above ; All thy Spirit's fulness shed, In showers of heavenly love. 2 Make our earthly souls a field Which God delights to bless ; Let us in due season yield The fruits of righteousness : Make us trees of paradise, Which more and more thy praise may show. Deeper sink, and higher rise, And to perfection grow. HYMN 425. l. m.