Wesley Corpus

Thou hast redeem'd in troubles past A soul that did on thee rely; And still I hold the promise fast, And still expect salvation nigh: I trust, that as my pangs increase, Thou wilt my fainting spirit revive, And nearest in my last distress Thy most abundant comforts give. 38Shorthand version substitutes "my" for "this." 39Shorthand version substitutes "let" for "bid." Page 126 Orewhelm'd at times with chilling fears, Thou dost not leave me without hope; Thy secret power and presence chears And lifts my sinking nature up: Again thy gracious strength I own Display'd in man's infirmity: And never did thy Spirit groan For help in one so weak as me! For the Same in Travail. Jesus, Son of Mary, hear Our help-imploring cry, Lord of life and death, appear With thy salvation nigh; God of grace and boundless power, And never-failing faithfulness, Bring her thro' the tort'ring hour, And bid her live in peace. Caught as in the toils of hell, Thine own with pity see: Nature's strength and spirits fail If unrenew'd by thee: Ere40 the griezly king devour, Our refuge in extreme distress, Bring her thro' the tort'ring hour, And bid her live in peace. By the travail of thy soul, Thy more than mortal pain, All her fears of death controul, Her fainting heart sustain: Streams of consolation shower On one thy love delights to bless; Bring her thro' the tort'ring hour, And bid her live in peace. 40Ori. (in both edns.), "E'er." Page 127 Bid her live in peace divine, In holiness and love, Witnessing that power of thine Which hides her life above: Speak the direful conflict o're, Thou God whose mercies never cease, Now conclude the tort'ring hour, And bid her live in peace. After Her Delivery. Thee faithful and true O Jesus, we praise, Omnipotent too, And plenteous in grace: Of life the kind giver Thy goodness we prove, Which loves to deliver Who hang on thy love. Brought thro' the dread hour And torturing fires, The proof of thy power And mercy respires, The promise declaring Thy truth she receives, And sav'd in childbearing Thy confessor lives. She lives to extol Thy wonderful name, And invocate all Her Lord to proclaim, To sing of her Saviour And lover divine, And rest in thy favor Eternally thine. Page 128 Another After Her Delivery.