Wesley Corpus

No good work, or word, or thought Bring I to gain thy grace, Pardon I accept unbought, Thy proffer I embrace, Coming as at first I came To take, and not bestow on thee: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Jesu, unto thee my sin I quietly confess, Till thy blood shall wash me clean From all unrighteousness, From the slightest touch of blame My spirit, soul, and body free: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Saviour, from thy wounded side I never will depart, Here will I my spirit hide When I am pure in heart: Till my place above I claim This only shall be all my plea, Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Page 141 Another After a Relapse into Sin. Long have I labour'd in the fire, And spent my life for nought, With pride, and anger, and desire, In nature's strength I fought. Baffled I still my foes defied, And rose with courage new, All which the Lord commands, I cried, I now resolve to do. But O! How soon from glory driven, Down to profoundest hell, As Lucifer cast down from heaven, From all my hopes I fell! I fell, and sunk in self-despair, I gave up all at last, On Jesus then I cast my care, On him my anchor cast. With sin I strove alas! Too long, But now I to the Lamb Look, and am sav'd! In weakness strong, While arm'd with Jesu's name. Jesu, to thee I now can fly, On whom my help is laid, Oppress'd by sins, I lift mine eye, And see the shadows fade. Soon as I find myself forsook, The grace again is given, A sigh will reach thy heart, a look Will bring thee down from heaven. Page 142 Believing on my Lord, I find A sure and present aid: On thee alone my constant mind Is every moment staid. Whate'er in me seems wise, or good, Or strong, I here disclaim; I wash my garments in the blood Of the atoning Lamb. Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest, On thee will I depend, 'Till summon'd to the marriage-feast, Where faith in sight shall end. In Doubt.