Wesley Corpus

From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry I withdraw, For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe. Silent am I now, and still, Dare not in thy presence move; To my waiting soul reveal The secret of thy love. Thou hast undertook for me, For me to death wast sold; Wisdom in a mystery Of bleeding love unfold; Teach the lesson of thy cross, Let me die with thee to reign, All things let me count but loss So I may thee regain. Shew me, as my soul can bear The depth of inbred sin, All the unbelief declare, The pride that lurks within; Take me, whom thyself hast bought, Bring into captivity Every high aspiring thought That would not stoop to thee. Lord, my time is in thy hand, My soul to thee convert, Thou canst make me understand, Though I am slow of heart. Page 210 Thine, in whom I live and move, Thine the work, the praise is thine, Thou art wisdom, power, and love, And all thou art is mine. The Same Waiting for Christ the Prophet. I will hearken what my Lord, Shall say concerning me. Hast thou not a gracious word For one that waits on thee? Speak it to my soul, that I May in thee have peace and power, Never from my Saviour fly, And never grieve thee more. How have I thy Spirit griev'd, Since first with me he strove? Obstinately disbeliev'd, And trampled on thy love? I have sinn'd against the light, I have broke from thy embrace, No, I would not, when I might, Be freely sav'd by grace. After all that I have done To drive thee from my heart, Still thou wilt not leave thine own, Thou wilt not yet depart, Wilt not give the sinner o'er: Ready art thou now to save, Bidst me come, as heretofore, That I thy life may have. O thou meek, and gentle Lamb, Fury is not in thee, Thou continuest the same, And still thy grace is free; Page 211 Still thy arms are open wide Wretched sinners to receive, Thou hast once for sinners died, That all may turn, and live.