Wesley Corpus

Mercy then there is for me (Away my doubts and fears) Plagu'd with an infirmity For more than thirty years. Jesu, cast a pitying eye, Thou long hast known my desperate case, Poor, and helpless here I lie, And wait the healing grace. Long hath thy good Spirit strove With my distemper'd soul, But I still refus'd thy love, And would not be made whole: Page 100 Hardly now at last I yield, I yield with all my sins to part, Let my soul be fully heal'd, And throughly cleans'd my heart. Sin is now my sore disease, But, tho' I would be free, When the water troubled is, There is no help for me: Others find a cure, not I, In thee they wash away their sin, I, alas! Have no man nigh To put my weakness in. Pain, and sickness, at thy word, And sin and sorrow flies, Speak to me, Almighty Lord, And bid my spirit rise, Bid me take my burthen up, The bed on which thyself didst lie, When on Calvary's steep top My Jesus deign'd to die. Bid me bear the hallow'd cross, Which thou hast born before, Walk in all thy righteous laws, And go, and sin no more, Least77 the heaviest curse of all The vile apostate's curse I prove; To the hottest hell they fall Who fall from pard'ning love. But thou canst preserve from sin, And 'stablish me with grace, Keep my helpless soul within Thy arms thro' all my days: Jesu, I on thee alone For persevering grace depend; Love me freely, love thine own, And love me to the end. 77"Least" changed to "lest" in 3rd edn. (1756). Page 101 The Good Samaritan.78 Luke x. 30, etc. Woe is me! What tongue can tell My sad afflicted state! Who my anguish can reveal, Or all my woe79 relate! Fallen among thieves I am, And they have robb'd me of my God, Turn'd my glory into shame, And left me in my blood. God was once my glorious dress, And I like him did shine, Satan of his righteousness Hath spoil'd this soul of mine; By the mortal wound of sin 'Twixt God and me the parting made: Dead in Adam, dead within, My soul is wholly dead.