Wesley Corpus

Me, me for his dear sake alone Into thine arms receive, And let me feel the peace unknown, And consciously believe; By holy confidence divine Made ready to depart, I then my spotless soul resign, And see thee as thou art. Let the redeem'd give thanks and praise To a forgiving God: My feeble voice I cannot raise, 'Till wash'd in Jesus' blood; 'Till at thy coming from above My mountain-sins depart, And fear gives place to filial love, And peace o'erflows my heart. The peace which man can ne'er conceive, The love and joy unknown, Wilt thou not to thy servant give, And claim me for thy own; My God in Jesus pacified My God thyself declare, And draw me to his open side, And plunge the sinner there? Prisoner of hope I still attend Th' appearance of my Lord, These endless doubts and sins to end, And speak my soul restor'd, Restor'd by reconciling grace, With present pardon blest, And fitted by true holiness For my eternal rest. Page 97 Yet ah! My troubled spirit knows Its own infirmities; 'Till God on me his Son bestows, I cannot die in peace: A stranger to th' atoning God Who did our world redeem, Unless he wash me in his blood, I have no part with him. But wilt thou not the balm apply, The purchas'd blessing give? Thou didst for every sinner die, That all mankind may live; That I thy pardoning love may taste, May live on earth forgiven, And in thy mercy's arms embrac'd Return with thee to heaven. God of my life preserv'd by grace Like Moses's bush amidst the fire, Teach me to count aright my days, With wisdom pure my heart inspire, That busied with the one concern, I may my remnant life employ Thy meek humility to learn, And enter thy celestial joy. In number as my days decrease, In value, Lord, I know, they rise, And every moment makes them less, And brings me nearer to the skies, If taught my talents to improve, My hours I on account receive, And live to win thy precious love, And only for thy glory live. Page 98