Wesley Corpus

Wesley Collected Works Vol 11

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typetreatise
YearNone
Passage IDjw-wesley-collected-works-vol-11-254
Words389
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Christology
Bless all my kindred, especially my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and all my friends and benefactors ( ). Turn the hearts of my enemies; ( ) forgive them and me all our sins, and grant that we, and all the members of thy holy Church, may find mercy in the dreadful day of judgment, through the mediation and satisfaction of thy blessed Son Jesus Christ; to whom, with thee and the Holy Ghost the Comforter, be all honour, praise, and thanksgiving, in all the Churches of the saints for ever. O Thou who dwellest in the light which no man can approach, in whose presence there is no night, in the light of whose countenance there is perpetual day; I, thy sinful servant, whom thou hast preserved this night, who live by thy power this day, bless and glorify thee for the defence of thy almighty providence, ( ) and humbly pray thee, that this, and all my days, may be wholly devoted to thy service. Send thy Holy Spirit to be the guide of all my ways, and the sanctifier of my soul and body. Save, defend, and build me up in thy fear and love; give unto me the light of thy countenance, peace from heaven, and the salvation of my soul in the day of the Lord Jesus. O thou who art “the Way, the Truth, and the Life,” thou hast said no man can follow thee, unless he renounce himself. I know, O Saviour, that thou hast laid nothing upon us but what the design of thy love made necessary for us. Thou sawest our disease, our idolatrous self-love, whereby we fell away from God, to be as gods ourselves, to please ourselves, and to do our own will. Lo, I come ! May I ever renounce my own, and do thy blessed will in all things I know, O God, thou didst empty thyself of thy eternal glory, and tookest upon thee “the form of a servant.” Thou who madest all men to serve and please thee, didst not please thyself, but wast the servant of all. Thou, O Lord of the hosts of heaven and earth, didst yield thy cheeks to be smitten, thy back to be scourged, and thy hands and feet to be nailed to an accursed tree.