Wesley Corpus

Look, as when thy weeping eye The bloody city view'd, Those, who ston'd and doom'd to die The prophets, and their God: I deserve their sad reward, But this my gracious day I own: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Page 123 Look, as when thy grace beheld The harlot in distress, Dried her tears, her pardon seal'd; And bad her go in peace: Foul like her, and self-abhor'd, I at thy feet for mercy groan: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Look, as when condemn'd for them Thou didst thy followers see, "Daughters of Jerusalem, Weep for yourselves, not me!" Am I by my God deplor'd, And shall I not myself bemoan? Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Look, as when thy languid eye Was clos'd that we might live, Father (at the point to die My Saviour gasp'd) forgive! Surely with that dying word He turns, and looks, and cries 'Tis done! O my bleeding, loving Lord, Thou break'st my heart of stone! Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn XV.76 Part I. How happy are they, Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure above, Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort, and peace Of a soul in its earliest love. 76Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Occasional Hymns, 6-10; and MS Shent, 63a-63b. Page 124 That comfort was mine, When the favour divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb; When my heart it believ'd, What a joy it receiv'd, What a heaven in Jesus his name! 'Twas an heaven below My Saviour to know; The angels could do nothing more Than fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the lover of sinners adore. Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song; O that all his salvation may see! He hath lov'd me, I cried, He hath suffer'd, and died, To redeem such a rebel as me. On the wings of his love I was carried above All sin, and temptation, and pain; I could not believe That I ever should grieve, That I ever should suffer again. I rode on the sky, (Freely justified I!) Nor envied Elijah his seat; My soul mounted higher In a chariot of fire, And the moon it was under my feet.