Wesley Corpus

Fury is not in thee, my God: O why should it be found in thine! Sprinkle me, Saviour, with thy blood, And all thy gentleness is mine. Pour but thy blood upon the flame, Meek, and dispassionate, and mild, The leopard sinks into a lamb, And I become a little child. Desiring Christ. Where shall I lay my weary head? Where shall I hide me from my shame? From all I feel, and all I dread, And all I have, and all I am! Swift to outstrip the stormy wind, And leave this cursed self behind! 35"Wrath" changed to "pride" in 4th edn. (1743) and following. Page 70 O the intolerable load Of nature waken'd to pursue, The footsteps of a distant God, Till faith hath form'd the soul anew! 'Tis death, 'tis more than death to bear I cannot live, till God is here. Give me thy wings, celestial Dove, And help me from myself to fly; Then shall my soul far off remove, The tempest's idle rage defy, From sin, from sorrow, and from strife Escap'd, and hid in Christ, my life. Stranger on earth, I sojourn here: Yet, O on earth I cannot rest, Till thou my hidden life appear, And sweetly take me to thy breast: To thee my wishes all aspire, And sighs for thee my whole desire. Search, and try out my panting heart: Surely, my Lord, it pants for thee, Jealous lest earth should claim a part: Thine wholly thine I gasp to be. Thou know'st 'tis all I live to prove; Thou know'st, I only want thy love. Page 71 1 Corinthians x. 11. "These things were written for our instruction." Jesu, if still thou art to day As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy name. If still thou go'st about, to do Thy needy creatures good, On me, that I thy praise may shew, Be all thy wonders shew'd. Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eyes behold me fall A leper at thy feet. Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhor'd, I sink beneath my sin; But if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean. Thou see'st me deaf to thy commands, Open, O Lord, my ear; Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands, And lift them up in prayer. Page 72