Wesley Corpus

Lord, I will not let thee go, Till THE BLESSING thou bestow: Hear my advocate divine: Lo; to his my suit I join: Join'd to his it cannot fail Bless me, for I will prevail. Page 44 36Ori., "Hear"; a misprint. 37Source: George Herbert. First appeared in CPH (1737), 52-54. Appears here via HSP (1739), 73-75. Stoop from thy eternal throne, See, thy promise calls thee down! High and lofty as thou art, Dwell within my worthless heart! Here,36 a fainting soul revive; Here for ever walk and live. Heav'nly Adam, life divine, Change my nature into thine: Move, and spread throughout my soul, Actuate and fill the whole: Be it I no longer now, Living in the flesh, but thou. Holy Ghost, no more delay, Come, and in thy temple stay; Now thy inward witness bear, Strong, and permanent, and clear; Spring of life, thyself impart, Rise eternal in my heart! Longing.37 With bending knees, and aking eyes, Weary and faint, to thee my cries, To thee my tears, my groans I send: O when shall my complainings end? Wither'd my heart, like barren ground Accurs'd of God; my head turns round, My throat is hoarse: I faint, I fall, Yet falling, still for pity call. Page 45 Eternal streams of pity flow, From thee their source to earth below: Mothers are kind, because thou art, Thy tenderness o'erflows their heart. Lord of my soul, bow down thine ear, Hear, bowels of compassion, hear! O give not to the winds my pray'r: Thy name, thy hallow'd name is there! Look on my sorrows, mark them well, The shame, the pangs, the fires I feel; Consider, Lord, thine ear incline! Thy Son hath made my suff'rings thine. Thou, Jesu, on th' accursed tree Didst bow thy dying head for me; Incline it now! Who made the ear, Shall he, shall he forget to hear! See thy poor dust, in pity see, It stirs, it creeps, it aims at thee! Haste, save it from the greedy tomb! Come! Ev'ry atom bids thee come! 'Tis thine to help! Forget me not! O be thy mercy ne'er forgot! Lock'd is thy ear! Yet still my plea May speed; for mercy keeps the key. Thou tarry'st, while I sink, I die, And fall to nothing! Thou on high Seest me undone. Yet am I stil'd By thee (lost as I am) thy child!