Wesley Corpus

Leave me, my friends, the mourner leave, For God, and not for you I grieve; My weakness, O ye strong, despise, My foolish ignorance, ye wise. Let all my Father's children be Still angry, still displeas'd with me, Disclaim, dishonour, and disown: I would be poor, forlorn, alone. A child, a fool, a thing of nought, Abhor'd, neglected, and forgot, Contemn'd, abandon'd, and distrest Till I from mortal man have ceas'd. When from the arm of flesh set free, Jesu, my soul shall fly to thee: Jesu, when I have lost my all, My soul shall on thy bosom fall. When man forsakes, thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive, Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to thee are known. Ah! Wherefore did I ever doubt? Thou wilt in no wise cast me out, Page 206 An helpless soul that comes to thee With only sin and misery. Lord, I am sick; my sickness cure: I want; do thou enrich the poor: Under thy mighty hand I stoop, O lift the abject sinner up! Lord, I am blind; be thou my sight: Lord, I am weak, be thou my might: An helper of the helpless be, And let me find my all in thee. The Same Come, Lord Jesus. Jesu, what hast thou bestow'd On such a worm as me! What compassion hast thou shew'd To draw me after thee! Perfect then the work begun, All thy goodness let me prove, All thy will in me be done, Till all my soul is love. Not by my own righteousness, Or works that I have wrought, Am I saved; but by thy grace Surpassing human thought. Nothing have I, nothing am, Nothing I deserve but hell: Yet I glory in thy name, Yet I thy mercy feel. Thou a spark of hallow'd fire To me, ev'n me hast given; Glows for thee my whole desire, My life, my inward heaven: Dreams of happiness below Never more will I pursue, Jesus only will I know, Whose love is ever new. Page 207 Thou thy87 hand on me hast laid, And calm'd my stormy will, Nature's rapid tide hast stay'd, And bid my heart be still: 'Stablish thou my heart in peace, Meek, and lowly may I be, Fill with all thy gentleness The soul that hangs on thee.