Wesley Corpus

O might that revealing Spirit Take of thine and shew to me, Shew thy all-redeeming merit, Thy eternal deity, While beneath my burthen groaning I my unbelief confess, Shew my heart the blood atoning, Bid me then depart in peace. With sin and grief beginning, Must I with sorrow end A wretched life, and sinning Into the grave descend? Will mercy's arms receive me, When all my woes are past? Or God refuse to give me Pardon and peace at last! No longer I endeavour Myself to justify, Convinc'd my Maker's favour I cannot, cannot buy: No deeds or tempers virtuous Have I wherein to trust: If love will lose his purchase, I am for ever lost. But is there no salvation For sinners lost as me? But is there no compassion In him who stain'd the tree? Page 101 Jesus, thou cam'st from heaven, And pourd'st out all thy blood, That I might die forgiven, Might share the throne of God. Soon as thy passion tells me Hope in my end there is, Soon as thy Spirit seals me An heir of endless bliss, The kingdom to inherit, I would with joy resign My disembodied spirit Into the hands divine. Bending beneath the burthen Of sinful misery, I wait to feel the pardon Thy blood procur'd for me: Giver of life unceasing Thine aged servant own, And bless me with the blessing The heaven on earth begun. Death I no more desire By countless woes opprest; Do thou my soul require, Whene'er thou know'st it best: Sooner, O God, or later My soul from earth remove, But first impart thy nature, And change me into love. Father, thy gracious warning I thankfully receive, And to thy arms returning Prepare with thee to live: Page 102 Thy prisoner to unshackle Soon as the angels come, I quit this tabernacle For my celestial home. What is that preparation For fellowship with thee, For final full salvation, But faith and purity, The dire hand-writing blotted, The peace and life of God, The holiness unspotted Which comes with Jesus' blood! Its virtue sanctifying O might I throughly know, And on his death relying To life eternal go! Father send forth his Spirit Into my hallow'd heart, And meet thy throne t' inherit, Meet am I to depart.