Wesley Corpus

Written for me the gospel-page, The word of God from age to age Stedfast remains, and sure: Thou shewst my wants; but help them too, Thy miracles of healing shew, And let me read my cure. Thy servant, Lord, in torment is, The palsy, sin is my disease, My better half is dead: O cause me thy free grace to feel, And by thy love my numbness heal, Thy quickning Spirit shed. I am not worthy, Lord, that thou To such an abject worm shouldst bow, Or enter my poor soul: But only speak the gracious word, And I shall be at once restor'd, And perfectly made whole. A begging Bartimeus I, Naked, and blind for mercy cry, If mercy is for me, Jesu, thou Son of David hear, Stand still, and call, and draw me near, And bid the sinner see. A leper at thy feet I fall; And still for mercy, mercy call, Till I am purg'd from sin; With pity see my desp'rate case, And O! Put forth thy hand of grace, And touch my nature clean. Page 96 Borne by the prayer of faith I lie, And long to meet thy pitying eye, And feebly gasp to heaven; O make in me thy power appear, And answer, Son, be of good chear, Thy sins are all forgiven. O Son of man, thy power make known, That all with me may gladly own Thou canst on earth forgive, Bid me take up my bed, and go, Cause me to walk with thee below, And then to heaven receive. Waiting for Redemption. Hymn IV.64 Jesus, thou all-redeeming Lord, Who preachest still the gospel-word In these thy Spirit's days, My helpless soul with pity see, And set me now at liberty By justifying grace. Where two or three thy presence claim, Assembled in thy saving name, Thy saving power is near: Sure as thou art in heaven above, Thou in the Spirit of thy love, And God in thee is here. See then, with eyes of mercy see My desp'rate grief, and misery, 64A manuscript precursor of this hymn was appended to a letter of Charles to Ebenezer Blackwell (29 July Page 97 My sore distress, and pain, In all the impotence of sin My fallen soul for years hath been, And bound with Satan's chain.