Wesley Corpus

I shall be redeem'd from all, Unless thy word is vain, Here recover from my fall, My Eden here regain, Jesus shall his image here Perfectly in me restore, God shall in my flesh appear, And sin subsist no more. "They that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength." Isaiah xl. 31. Lord, I believe thy every word, Thy every promise true, And lo! I wait on thee, my Lord, Till I my strength renew. If in this feeble flesh I may A while shew forth thy praise, Jesu, support the tottering clay, And lengthen out my days. If such a worm as I can spread The common Saviour's name, Let him who rais'd thee from the dead, Quicken my mortal frame. Still let me live thy blood to shew, Which purges every stain, And gladly linger out below A few more years in pain. Page 226 My time and life are in thy hand, No more for death I groan, Still let the ruinous mansion stand Till all thy will be done. My life, I know, thou canst repair, And give a stronger thread; But Lord, of this I take no care; For, O! My soul is dead. Health I shall have, if that be best But what is health to me? Alas! My spirit cannot rest, Till it is whole with thee. The spirit of an healthful mind, For this I wait in pain, This pretious pearl I long to find, And to be born again. Spare me, till I my strength of soul, Till I thy love retrieve, Till faith shall make my spirit whole, And perfect soundness give. Faith to be heal'd, thou know'st, I have From sin to be made clean, Able thou art from sin to save, From all indwelling sin. Surely thou canst, I do not doubt: Thou wilt thyself impart, The bondwoman's base son cast out, And take up all my heart. I shall my antient strength renew: Thy excellence divine, (If thou art good, if thou art true,) Throughout my soul shall shine. Page 227 I shall, a weak and helpless worm, Thro' Jesus strength'ning me, Impossibilities perform, And live from sinning free.