Wesley Corpus

He might his utmost Saviour know: Might act his faith in Jesu's blood, Hold fast his adamantine shield, And see th' accusing fiend subdu'd, With all his fiery darts repell'd. The tempter ask'd and urg'd in vain, "Hath God indeed thy sins forgiv'n?" "He hath, he hath, in mortal pain, I cleave to Christ, my life, my heav'n! Jesus, thou seest my sprinkl'd heart, My faith in pow'r almighty stands; Thou wilt not let th' accuser part, Or pluck my soul out of thy hands. "The purchase of thy death I am, On this my only hopes depend; Look on thy hands, and read my name, And keep me faithful to the end. I do, I do believe on thee, Thou know'st the grace by thee bestow'd; I plunge me in the purple sea, I bathe me in my Saviour's blood. "I will, I will on Jesus trust, I cannot doubt his changeless love; The fiend hath made his parting thrust, But could not from my Rock remove. My Saviour would not quit his own, And, lo, in death I hold him fast! Having my latest foe o'erthrown, I stand and all is well at last!" One only task is yet behind, To bless, as with his parting breath, With love, unutterably kind, With love surpassing time and death: Ready to quit the house of clay, He leans on a beloved breast,47 And sinks in friendship's arms away, And finds his everlasting rest. 47Note in AM: "r. Robertson, of Wells."John Robertson, M. D. (d. May 1761), originally of Wells, married into an estate in Pitcombe, Somersetshire.