Wesley Corpus

(True followers of the Lamb,) The same in heart and mind, And think and speak the same ; And all in love together dwell ; The comfort is unspeakable. 3 Where unity takes place, The joys of heaven we prove ; This is the gospel grace, The unction from above, The Spirit on all believers shed, Descending swift from Christ our Head. 40o For the Society giving Thanks. 4 Where unity is found, The sweet anointing grace Extends to all around, And consecrates the place ; To every waiting soul it comes, And fills it with divine perfumes. 5 Jesus, our great High-Priest, For us the gift received ; For us and all the rest, Who have in him believed : Forth from our Head the blessing goes, And all his seamless coat o'erflows. 6 On all his chosen ones The precious oil comes down : It runs, and, as it runs, It ever will run on ; Even to his skirts (the meanest name That longs to love the bleeding Lamb). 7 From Aaron's beard it rolls, (Those nearest to his face,) The humble, trembling souls Who feebly sue for grace : I know the grace for all is free, For, lo ! it reaches now to me. 8 Grace every morning new, And every night, we feel ; The soft, refreshing dew That falls on Hermon's hill ! On Sion it doth sweetly fall ; The grace of one descends on all. .9 Even now our Lord doth pour The blessing from above, A kindly gracious shower Of heart-reviving love ; For the Society giving Thanks. 459 The former and the latter rain, The love of God and love of man. 10 In him, when brethren join, And follow after peace, The fellowship divine He promises to bless, His choicest graces to bestow, Where two or three are met below. 1 1 The riches of his grace In fellowship are given To Sion's chosen race, The citizens of heaven : He fills them with the choicest store, He gives them life for evermore. HYMN 491. p.m. 1 /^OME away to the skies, My beloved, arise, ^-^ And rejoice in the day thou wast born ; On this festival day, Come exulting away, And with singing to Sion return. 2 We have laid up our love And treasure above,