Wesley Corpus

Saviour, cast a pitying eye, Bid my sins and sorrows end: Whither should a sinner fly? Art not thou the sinner's friend? Rest in thee, I gasp to find, Wretched I, and poor, and blind. Swallow'd up in sad despair, In the lowest deep I lie: Wilt thou, Lord, cast out my prayer? Canst thou dis-regard my cry? Hear my lamentable moan, Listen to my dying groan. Didst thou ever see a soul More in need of help than mine? Then refuse to make me whole, Then with-hold the balm divine: But if I do want thee most, Come, and seek, and save the lost. Haste, O haste to my relief, From the iron furnace take, Rid me of my sin and grief, For thy own sweet mercy sake, Set my heart at liberty, Shew forth all thy power in me. Page 106 Me, the vilest of the race, Most unholy, most unclean, Me the farthest from thy face, Sink of misery and sin, Me with arms of love receive, Me, of sinners chief, forgive. Jesus, on thy only name For salvation I depend, In thy gracious hands I am, Save me, save me to the end: Let the utmost grace be given, Save me quite from hell to heaven. Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn VI. From the jaws of black despair, From the belly of this hell, Lord, I send my mournful prayer; If thou canst, my doom repeal, If thou canst, again forgive, Speak, and bid the sinner live. Thou hast long withdrawn thy grace, Thou hast punish'd sin by sin: E'er thine utmost wrath take place, E'er the gulph is fixt between, Hear mine agonizing cry, O forgive, and let me die! Let my punishment be o'er, Grant my wretched heart's desire, Let me die, to sin no more, Let me at thy feet expire, Now thy pardning love impart, Sprinkle now, and break my heart. Page 107 Do not let me live to sin, O remove the mountain-load, Quench the hell I feel within By thine all-atoning blood, Bear me on the purple wave, Waft me to the silent grave. Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn VII.68 Wretch that I am, what help, or hope Of rescue is for me! Have I not fill'd the measure up Of mine iniquity?