Wesley Corpus

Yet O! Ten thousand lusts remain, And vex my soul absolv'd from sin, Still rebel nature strives to reign, Still am I all unclean, unclean! Assail'd by pride, allur'd by sense, On earth the creatures court my stay; False flatt'ring idols get ye hence, Created good be far away! Jesu, to thee my soul aspires, Jesu, to thee I plight my vows, Keep me from earthly base desires, My God, my Saviour, and my spouse. Fountain of all-sufficient bliss, Thou art the good I seek below; Fulness of joys in thee there is, Without 'tis mis'ry all and woe. Page 152 Take this poor wandring, worthless heart, Its wandrings all to thee are known, May no false rival claim a part, Nor sin disseize thee of thine own. Stir up thy interposing pow'r, Save me from sin, from idols save, Snatch me from fierce temptation's hour, And hide, O hide me in the grave! I know thou wilt accept me now, I know my sins are now forgiv'n! My head to death O let me bow, Nor keep my life, to lose my heav'n. Far from this snare my soul remove, This only cup I would decline, I deprecate a creature-love, O take me, to secure me thine. Or if thy wiser will ordain The trial, I would die to shun, Welcome the strife, the grief, the pain, Thy name be prais'd, thy will be done! I from thy hand the cup receive, Meekly submit to thy decree, Gladly for thee consent to live! Thou, Lord, hast liv'd, hast died for me! Page 153 Isaiah xliii. 1, 2, 3. Peace, doubting heart my God's I am! Who form'd me man forbids my fear: The Lord hath call'd me by my name, The Lord protects for ever near: His blood for me did once attone, And still he loves, and guards his own. When passing thro' the watry deep I ask in faith his promis'd aid, The waves an awful distance keep, And shrink from my devoted head: Fearless their violence I dare: They cannot harm, for God is there! To him my eye of faith I turn, And thro' the fire pursue my way; The fire forgets its pow'r to burn, The lambent flames around me play: I own his pow'r, accept the sign, And shout to prove the Saviour mine.