Wesley Corpus

Happiness is not in me, Though every creature cry, Still the airy form I see, Wheree'r I turn mine eye; After shadows still I rove, Nor can I with my idols part: Touch me, Jesus, with thy love, And vindicate my heart.37 35Ori., "clift." 36"Thy" changed to "thine" in 2nd edn. (1745) and following. 37Ori., ends this and next four stanzas: "Touch me, Jesus, c." Page 56 Burning with unhallow'd fires, Thou see'st, my tortur'd breast Pines away with low desires, Stranger to joy and rest: How shall I this death remove, How tear away th' inrooted dart? Touch me, Jesus, with thy love, And vindicate my heart. Poison now o'erflows my cup, Fills me with thrilling pain, Drinks my blood, and spirits up, And throbs in every vein; Yet I fear thy grace to prove, I dread for thee with all to part: Touch me, Jesus, with thy love, And vindicate my heart. God arise, thou jealous God, And all thy foes subdue, Claim the purchase of thy blood, Create my soul anew; Let it now no longer rove, Now let me taste how good thou art: Touch me, Jesus, with thy love, And vindicate my heart. Saviour, purify my soul, As thou my God art pure, Make my wounded spirit whole, And all my sickness cure; From thee never let me move, Thou my sufficient portion art: Touch me, Jesus, with thy love, And vindicate my heart. From all filthiness of flesh And spirit make me clean, Stamp thy38 image, Lord, afresh, And purge me from all sin: Thee my God, my all I prove, Ah! Never more from me depart; Fill, O Jesu, with thy love My vindicated heart. 38"Thy" changed to "thine" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. Page 57 Dying Sampson.39 Judges xvi. 30. Where is my strength, my faith, my God, My confidence of boasting now! Born down by sin's revolting40 load, Beneath its iron yoke I bow, Again indignantly I groan; My strength, my faith, my God is gone. Departed is the Lord from me, Weak as another man I am, Spoil'd of my power and liberty I bear my punishment and shame; The world their feeble foe despise, Their god hath put out both mine eyes.