Wesley Corpus

Wilt thou suffer me to go Lamenting all my days? Shall I never, never know Thy sanctifying grace? Wilt thou not thy light afford, The darkness from my soul remove? Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love.94 Wretched, naked, poor, and blind, Afflicted, and distrest, Settled peace I cannot find, Uninterrupted rest, Till my spirit is restor'd, And fixt my heart on things above: Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love. Gifts, alas! Cannot suffice, And comforts all are vain, While one evil thought can rise, I am not born again: Still I am not as my Lord, Thy holy will I do not prove: Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love. 93John Wesley ascribes this hymn to Charles in Some Remarks on Hill's "Review" (1772). 94Ori., ends this and next seven stanzas: "Help me, Saviour, c." Page 220 Why hast thou on me bestow'd Thy free, preventing grace? Why beheld me in my blood, And call'd to seek thy face? Thou hast not my soul abhor'd, But still with me thy Spirit strove: Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love. Why didst thou my ransom pay, The work of faith begin? Surely thou hast purg'd away The guilt of all my sin: All the guilt's on thee transfer'd: And wilt thou not the power remove? Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love. Lord, if I on thee believe, The second gift impart, With th' indwelling Spirit give A new, a loving heart: If with love thy heart is stor'd, If now o'er me thy bowels move, Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love. Let me gain my calling's hope, O make the sinner clean; Dry corruption's fountain up, Cut off th' intail of sin: Take me into thee, my Lord, And I shall then no longer rove: Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love. Thou, my life, my treasure be, My portion here below, Nothing would I seek but thee, Thee only would I know; My exceeding great reward, My heaven on earth, my heaven above: Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love. Page 221