Wesley Corpus

I know the work is only thine, The gift of faith is all divine; But if on thee we call, Thou wouldst the benefit bestow, And give us hearts to feel, and know That thou hast died for all. 26Published previously in Short View of the Difference Between the Moravian Brethren and the Rev. Mr. John and Charles Wesley (London: Strahan, 1745), 17. A manuscript precursor appears in MS Shent, 111b. Page 43 Thou bidst us knock, and enter in, Come unto thee, and rest from sin, The blessing seek, and find; Thou bidst us ask thy grace, and have, Thou canst, thou wouldst, this moment save Both me, and all mankind. Be it according to thy word, Now let me find my pard'ning Lord, Let what I ask be given; The bar of unbelief remove, Open the door of faith and love, And take me into heaven. Hymns for One Convinc'd of Unbelief. Hymn III.27 Out of the iron furnace, Lord, To thee for help I cry, I listen to thy warning word, And would from Egypt fly. Long have I bow'd to sin's command, But now I would be free, 'Scape from the dire oppressor's land, And live, O God, to thee. Hast thou not surely seen my grief? Hast thou not heard me groan? O hasten then to my relief, In pitying love come down. From Pharaoh, and th' Egyptian's power Redeem a wretched slave; Thou canst redeem me in this hour, Thou wilt the sinner save. 27Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Clarke, 209; and MS Shent, 101a. Page 44 Now, Lord, relieve my misery, Stretch out thy mighty hand, Drown all my sins in the Red Sea, And bring me safe to land. Strength in the Lord my righteousness, And pardon I receive, And holy joy, and quiet peace The moment I believe. Hymns for One Convinc'd of Unbelief. Hymn IV. At Waking. Again my mournful sighs Prevent the rising morn, Again my wishful eyes Look out for his return: I weep, and languish for relief, And long my Lord to find, But wake alas! To all the grief, And load I left behind.