Wesley Corpus

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Christ the Rock of Ages. 1 T) OCK of Ages, cleft for me, -*-V Let me hide myself in thee ; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flovv'd, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure. 2 Could my tears for ever flow, Could my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone : In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyes shall close in death, When 1 rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. Christ, "seen of angels." 1 QTNNERS, rejoice: your peace is made; ^ Your Saviour on the cross hath bled; Sufferings, fyc, of Christ. o73 Your God, in Jesus reconciled, On all his works again hath smiled ; Hath grace through him and blessing given, To all in earth and all in heaven. 2 Angels rejoice in Jesu's grace, And vie with man's more favour' d race ; The blood that did for us atone, Conferr'd on them some gift unknown ; Their joy through Jesu's pains abounds, They triumph by his glorious wounds 3 Or, 'stablish'd and confirmed by him Who did our lower world redeem, Secure they keep their blest estate, Firm on an everlasting seat ; Or, raised above themselves, aspire, In bliss improved, in glory higher. 4 Him they beheld our conquering God, Return'd with garments roll'd in blood ! They saw, and kindled at the sight, And fill'd with shouts the realms of light ; With loudest hallelujahs met, And fell, and kiss'd his bleeding feet 5 They saw him in the courts above, With all his recent prints of love ; The wounds, the blood ! they heard its voice, That heightened all their highest joys ; They felt it sprinkled through the skies, And shared that better sacrifice. 6 Not angel-tongues can e'er express The' unutterable happiness ;