Wesley Corpus

Purge me from every sinful blot, My idols all be cast aside, Cleanse me from every evil thought, From all the filth of self and pride. 121First appeared (ascribed to Charles Wesley) as "The Promise of Sanctification," appended to John Wesley, Christian Perfection, a Sermon (London: Strahan, 1741), 44-48. Page 262 Give me a new, a perfect heart, From doubt, and fear, and sorrow free, The mind which was in Christ impart, And let my spirit cleave to thee. O take this heart of stone away, (Thy sway it doth not, cannot own) In me no longer let it stay, O take away this heart of stone. The hatred of the carnal mind Out of my flesh at once remove; Give me a tender heart, resign'd And pure, and full of faith and love. Within me thy good Spirit place, Spirit of health, and love, and power, Plant in me thy victorious grace, And sin shall never enter more. Cause me to walk in Christ my way, And I thy statutes shall fulfil; In every point thy law obey, And perfectly perform thy will. Hast thou not said, who canst not lie, That I thy law shall keep and do? Lord, I believe; tho' men deny: They all are false, but thou art true. O that I now from sin releas'd Thy word might to the utmost prove! Enter into the promis'd rest, The Canaan of thy perfect love. There let me ever, ever dwell, Be thou my God, and I will be Thy servant; O set to thy seal, Give me eternal life in thee. Page 263 From all remaining filth within, Let me in thee salvation have, From actual, and from inbred sin My ransom'd soul persist to save. Wash out my deep original stain, Tell me no more, It cannot be, Demons, or men! The Lamb was slain, His blood was all pour'd out for me. Sprinkle it, Jesu, on my heart! One drop of thy122 all-cleansing blood Shall make my sinfulness depart, And fill me with the life of God. Father, supply my every need; Sustain the life thyself hast123 given: Call for the never-failing bread, The manna that comes down from heaven. The gracious fruits124 of righteousness, Thy blessings unexhausted store In me abundantly increase, Nor let me ever hunger more.