Wesley Corpus

2 The soul- transforming word In us, even us, fulfil ; Join to thyself, our common Lord, And all thy servants seal. 4-oU For Believers Tntercedins. s Confer the grace unknown, The mystic charity ; As thou art with the Father One, Unite us all in thee. 3 So shall the world believe Our record, Lord, and thine ; And all with thankful hearts receive The Messenger divine, Sent from his throne above, To Adam's offspring given, To join and perfect us in love, And take us up to heaven HYMN 461. 6-8' s. 1 C AVIOUR, to thee we humbly cry ! ^ The brethren we have lost restore ; Recall them by thy pitying eye ; Retrieve them from the Tempter's power ; By thy victorious blood cast down, Nor suffer him to take their crown. 2 Beguiled, alas ! by Satan's art, We see them now far off removed, The burden of our bleeding heart, The souls whom once in thee we loved ; Whom still we love with grief and pain, And weep for their return in vain. 3 In vain, till thou the power bestow, The double power of quick'ning grace, And make the happy sinners know Their Tempter, with his angel-face, Who leads them captive at his will, Captive, but happy sinners still ! 4 O would'st thou break the fatal snare Of carnal self-security ; And let them feel the wrath they bear, And let them groan their want of thee, For Believers Interceding. 431 s Robb'd of their false, pernicious peace, Stripp'd of their fancied righteousness. 5 The men of careless lives, who deem Thy righteousness accounted theirs, Awake out of the soothing dream ; Alarm their souls with humble fears : Thou jealous God, stir up thy power, And let them sleep in sin no more ! 6 Long as the guilt of sin shall last, Them in its misery detain ; Hold their licentious spirits fast, Bind them with their own nature's chain, Nor ever let the wand'rers rest, -- Till lodged again in Jesu's breast. HYMN 462. l. m. 1 /"^\ LET the pris'ners' mournful cries ^-^ As incense in thy sight appear ! Their humble wailings pierce the skies, If haply they may feel thee near. 2 The captive exiles make their moans,