The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Jesus, Thou soul of all our joys,
For whom we now lift up our voice,
And all our strength exert,
Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim,
Compose into a thankful frame,
And tune Thy people's heart.

While in the heavenly work we join,
Thy glory be our sole design,
Thy glory, not our own:
Still let us keep our end in view,
And still the pleasing task pursue,
To please our God alone.

The secret pride, the subtle sin,
Oh! let it never more steal in,
To' offend Thy glorious eyes,
To desecrate our hallow'd strain,
And make our solemn service vain,
And mar our sacrifice.

To magnify Thy awful name,
To spread the honours of the Lamb,
Let us our voices raise,
Our souls' and bodies' powers unite,
Regardless of our own delight,
And dead to human praise.

Still let us on our guard be found,
And watch against the power of sound,
With sacred jealousy;

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Lest haply sense should damp our zeal,
And music's charms bewitch and steal
Our heart away from Thee.

That hurrying strife far off remove,
That noisy burst of selfish love,
Which swells the formal song;
The joy from out our heart arise,
And speak, and sparkle in our eyes,
And vibrate on our tongue.

Thee let us praise our common Lord,
And sweetly join with one accord,
Thy goodness to proclaim:
Jesus, Thyself in us reveal,
And all our faculties shall feel
Thine harmonizing name.

With calmly reverential joy
We then shall all our lives employ
In setting forth Thy love,
And raise in death our triumph higher,
And sing with all the heavenly choir
That endless song above.

University of Virginia Library

CLXXXIX. ANOTHER.

[Jesus, Thou soul of all our joys]