Wesley Corpus

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain ; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain. 4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise : 'Tis thine own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. HYMN 621. 7's8r6's. Christ crucified. 1 f~^ OD of unexampled grace, ^J Redeemer of mankind, Matter of eternal praise We in thy passion find : Still our choicest strains we bring, Still the joyful theme pursue, Thee the Friend of sinners sing, Whose love is ever new. 2 Endless scenes of wonder rise From that mysterious tree, Crucified before our eyes, Where we our Maker see : Jesus, Lord, what hast thou done ? Publish we the death divine, Stop, and gaze, and fall, and own Was never love like thine ! 3 Never love nor sorrow was Like that mv Saviour show'd : Sufferings, fyc, of Christ. o71 See him stretch'd on yonder cross. And crush' d beneath our load ! Now discern the Deity, Now his heavenly birth declare ! Faith cries out, " 'Tis He, 'tis He, Mv God, that suffers there!" HYMN 622. cm. Confidence in Christ. 1 \1TH0M Jesu's blood doth sanctify, ' ▼ Need neither sin nor fear; Hid in our Saviour's hand we lie, And laugh at danger near : His guardian hand doth hold, protect, And save, by ways unknown, The little flock, the saints elect, Who trust in him alone. 2 Our Prophet, Priest, and King, to thee We joyfully submit ; And learn, in meek humility, Our lesson at thy feet : Spirit and life thy words impart, And blessings from above ; And drop, in every listening heart, The manna of thy love. HYMN 623. l. m. The Crucifixion. 1 V\THEN I survey the wondrous cross * ▼ On which the Prince of glory died. My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 0/2 Incarnation, 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ?