Wesley Corpus

May I not suffer his distress, And ask my God his pain to ease? Or, if it be thy gracious will, My child in season due to heal? May I not, till thy will appears, Indulge these unrebellious tears, My suit unblameable repeat, And mourn, submissive, at thy feet? Fountain of unexhausted love, For ever streaming from above, My nature's soft infirmity I feel, a drop deriv'd from thee! And wilt thou not accept thy own, Mixt with the sorrows of thy Son, Exalted by that sacred flood, And offer'd up thro' Jesus' blood! For Jesus' sake my son retrieve, And bid him for thy glory live, Live to proclaim his Saviour's praise, An herald of redeeming grace; Of future good I ask a sign, Now, Father, seal the vessel thine, And let him serve his Lord alone, And live, till all thy will is done. For a Sick Friend. Jesus, omnipotent to save Both soul and body from the grave, Thy saving power exert, Page 131 The outcast's hope, the sinner's friend, With all thy balmy grace descend Into a broken heart. Thou must admit the sinner's plea, And help his desperate misery Who feels himself undone, Who fears to lift his guilty eyes, Or only by his silence cries For mercy at thy throne. Thy bowels melt at his distress, Thy heart o'reflows with tenderness, And for his sorrows bleeds, Thy Spirit of supplicating love One with his Advocate above In all the members pleads. Mercy we ask in Jesus' name, Mercy for a meer sinner claim; Mercy and thou art one: Nor canst thou, Lord, thyself deny, While all the church for mercy cry, And in thy Spirit groan. Come then, his life, his strength, his peace, The prisoner let thy blood release, Thy blood the patient heal, While prostrate at thy feet we pray, Thy blood wash all his sins away, And now his pardon seal. This moment come, and touch his hand, This moment, dearest Lord, command The fever to depart, This moment let our faithful prayer Thy answer to his conscience bear, And reach his happy heart. Page 132 The Collier's Hymn.41 Teacher, friend of foolish sinners, Take the praise of thy grace From us young beginners. Struck with loving admiration Hear us tell of thy zeal For our soul's salvation.