Wesley Corpus

Buried in sin, thy voice I hear, And burst the barriers of my tomb, In all the marks of death appear, Forth at thy call, tho' bound, I come. Give me, O give me fully, Lord, Thy resurrection's pow'r to know: Page 55 Free me indeed, pronounce the word, And loose my bands, and let me go. Fain would I go to thee, my God, Thy mercies and my wants to tell: I feel my pardon seal'd in blood; Saviour thy love I wait to feel. Freed from the pow'r of cancel'd sin: When shall my soul triumphant prove? Why breaks not out the fire within In flames of joy and praise and love? When shall my eye affect my heart, Sweetly dissolv'd in gracious tears? Ah, Lord, the stone to flesh convert! And till thy lovely face appears, Still may I at thy footstool keep, And watch the smile of op'ning heav'n: Much would I pray, and love, and weep; I would, for I have much forgiv'n. Yet, O! Ten thousand lusts remain, And vex my soul absolv'd from sin, Still rebel nature strives to reign, Still am I all unclean, unclean! Assail'd by pride, allur'd by sense, On earth the creatures court my stay; False flatt'ring idols, get ye hence, Created good be far away! Jesu, to thee my soul aspires, Jesu, to thee I plight my vows, Keep me from earthly base desires, My God, my Saviour, and my spouse. Fountain of all-sufficient bliss, Thou art the good I seek below; Page 56 43First appeared in HSP (1739), 153-54. Fulness of joy in thee there is, Without 'tis mis'ry all and woe. Take this poor wand'ring, worthless heart, Its wand'rings all to thee are known, May no false rival claim a part, Nor sin disseize thee of thine own. Stir up thy interposing pow'r, Save me from sin, from idols save, Snatch me from fierce temptation's hour, And hide, O hide me in the grave! I know thou wilt accept me now, I know my sins are now forgiv'n! My head to death O let me bow, Nor keep my life, to lose my heav'n. Far from this snare my soul remove, This only cup I would decline, I deprecate a creature-love, O take me, to secure me thine.