Wesley Corpus

Who my misery can relate, My depth of woe reveal? I have left my first estate, In hapless Adam fell: Driven out of my abode I now have lost my perfect bliss, Fallen, fallen out of God, And banish'd paradise. I am all unclean, unclean, Thy purity I want, My whole heart is sick of sin, And my whole head is faint: Full of putrifying sores, Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul Looks to Jesus; help implores, And gasps to be made whole. In the wilderness I stray, My foolish heart is blind, Nothing do I know; the way Of peace I cannot find; Jesu, Lord, restore my sight, And take, O take the veil away, Turn my darkness into light, My midnight into day. Naked of thine image, Lord, Forsaken, and alone, Unrenew'd, and unrestor'd I have not thee put on: Over me thy mantle spread, Send down thy likeness from above, Let thy goodness be display'd, And wrap me in thy love. Poor, alas! Thou know'st I am, And would be poorer still, See my nakedness, and shame, And all my vileness feel: Page 45 No good thing in me resides, My soul is all an aching void, Till thy Spirit here abides, And I am fill'd with God. Jesu, full of truth and grace, In thee is all I want: Be the wanderer's resting-place, A cordial to the faint; Make me rich, for I am poor, In thee may I my Eden find, To the dying health restore, And eye-sight to the blind. Cloath me with thy holiness, Thy meek humility, Put on me thy25 glorious dress, Endue my soul with thee; Let thy26 image be restor'd, Thy name, and nature let me prove, With thy fulness fill me, Lord, And perfect me in love. A Welcome to the Cross. All hail the Saviour's hallow'd cross, By which I daily die within! All things for thee I count but loss, Enter my soul, and work out sin; Here let thy mortal virtue move, And crucify my creature-love.