Wesley Corpus

Adam, flesh, and self, and pride, Antichrist, perdition's son, Let him not in me abide, Cast him out, and reign alone; Slay the dragon in the sea, Make my soul thy pure abode, Fill'd with all the deity, Swallow'd up, and lost in God. Moriar ut Te Videam! "Let me die that I may see thee!"11 O thou, who know'st what is in man, Who searchest out the reins and heart, Me, Jesu, to myself explain, A ray of heavenly light impart; 11A quote traditionally assigned to Saint Augustine. Page 21 Impart thyself, thou real light, And manifest my nature's night. Cause me, O God, myself to know, The depth of wickedness within, Shew me, my inmost substance shew, Th' exceeding sinfulness of sin: Such power belongs to thee alone; Shew me, that sin and I are one. Senseless alike of sin and thee, My unawaken'd soul remains, Fast bound in sin, and misery I slumber on, nor feel my chains, Nor taste nor see how good thou art, For still the veil is on my heart. Oh! Might my heart at least relent, And feel the guilty mountain-load. Oh! That thy powerful word might rent The veil, and let me into God; The glories of thy face display, The brightness of eternal day! I know the terms: I cannot see Thy blissful face, and live in sin: A flaming sword preserves the tree Of life, lest12 self should enter in; It keeps out self, and every way It turns, the man of sin to slay. Be it according to thy word, Ready to meet my doom I am. Oh! Let me rush upon that sword, And feel the sin-consuming flame; Live only Christ in me, not I; O let me see thy face and die! Die all of self to live no more, Die the old man no more to rise; 12Ori., "least"; changed in 3rd edn. (1756). Page 22 Me to thine image here restore, Receive me to thy paradise, (Whence I may never more remove) The paradise of perfect love. A Passion-Hymn. Ye that pass by, behold the man! The Man of Griefs condemn'd for you! The Lamb of God for sinners slain Weeping to Calvary pursue. See how his back the scourges tear, While to the bloody pillar bound! The ploughers make long furrows there, Till all his body is one wound.