Wesley Corpus

Slay me, and I shall live indeed, With thy dead men arise, From all the life of nature freed, In love's sweet paradise. Now, Lord, thy death, thy life bring in While at thy feet I bow, Enter at once, and cast out sin, Destroy, and save me now. After a Recovery. Lord, and is thine anger gone, And art thou pacified? After all that I have done, Dost thou no longer chide? Infinite thy mercies are, Beneath the weight I cannot move, O! 'Tis more than I can bear The sense of pardoning love! Let it still my heart constrain, And all my passions sway, Keep me, least49 I turn again Out of the narrow way; Force my violence to be still, Captivate my every thought, Charm, and melt, and change my will, And bring me down to nought. If I have begun once more Thy sweet return to feel, If ev'n now I find thy power Present my soul to heal, 49"Least" changed to "lest" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. Page 72 Still, and quiet may I lie, Nor struggle out of thy50 embrace, Never more resist or fly From thy pursuing grace. To thy cross, thy51 altar, bind Me with the cords of love, Freedom let me never find From my dear Lord to move; That I never, never more May with my much-lov'd Master part, To the posts of mercy's door O nail my willing heart. See my utter helplesness, And leave me not alone, O preserve in perfect peace, And seal me for thine own; More, and more thy self reveal. Thy presence let me always find, Comfort, and confirm, and heal My feeble, sin-sick mind. As the apple of an eye Thy weakest servant keep, Help me at thy feet to lie, And there forever weep, Tears of joy my52 eyes ore'flow That I have any hope of heaven; Much of love I ought to know, For I have much forgiven.