Wesley Corpus

Long my imprison'd spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night: Thine eye diffus'd a quickning ray; I woke; the dungeon flam'd with light, My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee. Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiven; Still the atoning blood is near, That quench'd the wrath of hostile heaven; I feel the life his wounds impart, I feel my Saviour in my heart. No condemnation now I dread, Jesus, and all in him, is mine: Alive in him, my living head, And cloath'd in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th' eternal throne, And claim the crown, thro' Christ, my own. Hymn XI.13 Jesu, to thee14 my heart I bow, Strange flames far from my soul remove; Fairest among ten-thousand thou, Be thou my Lord, my life my love. 13Source: Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf. First appeared in CPH (1737), 26. Appears here via HSP (1739), 122-23; stanzas 1-3, 5-6. 14Ori., "the"; a misprint; restored to reading of HSP (1739) in All in All (1765). Page 12 All heaven thou fill'st with pure desire; O shine upon my panting15 breast; With sacred warmth my heart inspire, And let me thy hid sweetness taste.16 I see thy garments roll'd in blood, Thy streaming head, thy hands, thy side; All hail, thou suff'ring, conqu'ring God! Now man doth17 live; for God hath died. Ye earthly loves, be far away; Saviour, be thou my love alone; No more may mine usurp the sway, But in me thy great will be done. Yea, thou true witness, spotless Lamb, All things for thee I count but loss; My sole desire, my constant aim, My only glory is18 thy cross. Hymn XII.19 O let thy sacred presence fill, And set my longing spirit free, Which pants to have no other will But night and day to feast on thee. While in these regions here below, No other good will I pursue; I'll bid this world of noise and show, With all its flatt'ring snares, adieu. That path with humble speed I'll seek, Wherein my Saviour's footsteps shine, Nor will I hear, nor will I speak Of any other love than thine.