Wesley Corpus

One drop of thy blood Shall remove all my load, And bring me again to my pacified God; One drop shall o'erthrow My accuser and foe, And make my glad heart with the comfort o'erflow. Come then at my call, Thou Saviour of all, And redeem me again from my sorrow and thrall, From all evil set free, Who hast answer'd for me, And O! Let me live, let me die unto thee! Penitential Hymns. Hymn VI. O Jesus my hope, For me offer'd up, Who with clamour pursued thee to Calvary's top, The blood I have shed For me let it plead, And declare, thou hast died in thy murderer's stead. Thy blood, which alone For sin could atone, For the infinite evil I madly have done, That only can seal My pardon, and fill My heart with a power of obeying thy will. Page 82 Come then from above, The stony remove, And vanquish my heart with the sense of thy love: Thy love on the tree Display unto me, And the servant of sin in a moment is free. Neither passion nor pride Thy cross can abide, But melt in the fountain that streams from thy side: The wonderful flood Washes off my foul load, And purges my conscience, and brings me to God. Now, now let me know Its virtue below, Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow, Let it hallow my heart, And throughly convert, And make me, O Lord, in the world as thou art. Each moment applied My weakness to hide, Thy blood be upon me, and always abide, My Advocate prove With the Father above, And speak me at last to the throne of thy love. Penitential Hymns. Hymn VII. At Night. Let sinners possest Of pardon be blest, And welcome with joy the soft season of rest, Let innocence sleep, My station I keep, My business on earth is to watch and to weep. Page 83 A mourner for sin Thro' life I have been: O when shall my heart and my conscience be clean? If tears could efface The guilty disgrace, Mine eyes should be fountains, mine head should be seas.