Wesley Corpus

Lord, I believe the promise sure, And trust thou wilt not long delay; Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay; Into thy hands my all resign, And wait till all thou art is mine! Page 67 In Temptation. Jesu, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past: Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last. Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee: Leave, ah! Leave me not alone, Still support, and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stay'd; All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head, With the shadow of thy wing. Wilt thou not regard my call? Wilt thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall Lo! On thee I cast my care: Reach me out thy gracious hand! While I of thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and behold I live! Page 68 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find: Raise the fallen, chear the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind, Just, and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness, False, and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth, and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin: Let the healing streams abound, Make, and keep me pure within: Thou of life the fountain art: Freely let me take of thee, Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity! Matthew i. 21. "He shall save his people from their sins." Jesus, in whom the Godhead's rays Beam forth with milder majesty, I see thee full of truth and grace, And come for all I want to thee. Wrathful, impure, and proud I am, Nor constancy, nor strength I have: But thou, O Lord, art still the same, And hast not lost thy power to save. Page 69 Save me from wrath,35 the plague expell; Jesu, thy humble self impart; O let thy mind within me dwell; O give me lowliness of heart. Enter thyself, and cast out sin; Thy spotless purity bestow; Touch me, and make the leper clean: Wash me, and I am white as snow.