Wesley Corpus

But thou, my Lord, art nigh in grace, Thy love can find a thousand ways, To foolish man unknown, My soul upon thy love I cast, I rest me, 'till the storm is past, Upon thy love alone. Thy faithful, wise, and mighty love Shall ev'ry obstacle remove, And make an open way; Thy love shall burst the shades of death, And bear me from the gulph beneath To everlasting day. Lord, I believe thee true and good, My only trust is in thy blood! 112This is an extract from HSP (1749), 1:186-87; stanzas 5-8. Page 86 I hear it speak for me; And if my soul is in thy hands, And if thy word for ever stands, I shall not fall from thee. Hymn LXXXII.113 What am I, O thou glorious God! Or what my father's house to thee That thou such blessings hast bestow'd On me, the vilest reptile me! I take the blessings from above, And wonder at thy causeless love. Me in my blood thy love pass'd by, And stopp'd, my ruin to retrieve, Wept o'er my soul thy pitying eye, Thy bowels yearn'd, and sounded, Live! Dying, I heard the welcome sound, And pardon in thy mercy found. Honour, and might, and thanks, and praise I render to my pard'ning God, Extol the riches of thy grace, And spread thy saving name abroad, That only name to sinners given, Which lifts poor, dying worms to heaven. Jesu, I bless thy gracious power, And all within me shouts thy name! Thy name let every soul adore, Thy power let every tongue proclaim! Thy grace let every sinner know, And find with me their heaven below. 113First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:197-98. Page 87 Hymn LXXXIII.114 Behold the servant of the Lord! I wait thy guiding eye to feel; To hear, and keep thine every word, To prove, and do thy perfect will, Joyful from all my works to cease, Glad to fulfil all righteousness. Me if thy grace vouchsafe to use, Meanest of all thy creatures me, The deed, the time, the manner chuse! Let all my fruit be found of thee, Let all my works in thee be wrought, By thee to full perfection brought.