Wesley Corpus

O the rapturous height Of that holy delight, Page 125 Which I felt in the life-giving blood! Of my Saviour possest I was perfectly blest, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Part II. Ah, where am I now! When was it, or how That I fell from my heaven of grace! I am brought into thrall, I am stript of my all, I am banish'd from Jesus his face. Hardly yet do I know How I let my Lord go, So insensibly starting aside, When the tempter came in With his own subtle sin, And infected my spirit with pride. But I felt it too soon, That my Saviour was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight; My triumph and boast On a sudden were lost, And my day it was turn'd into night. Only pride could destroy That innocent joy, And make my Redeemer depart: But whate'er was the cause, I lament the sad loss, For the veil is come over my heart. Ah! Wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Page 126 Like a devil tormented within, My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone To the fury of Satan and sin. Nothing now can relieve, Without comfort I grieve, I have lost all my peace and my power: No access do I find To the friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. Tongue cannot declare The torment I bear (While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden like me. Driven out from my God, I wander abroad, Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove; And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My Eden of Jesus his love! I never shall rise To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see: But I feel a faint hope, That at last he will stoop, And his pity shall bring him to me. Page 127 Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn XVI.77 O Jesus, my hope, When wilt thou lift up A lost sinner that lies at thy feet? If thou cast out my prayer, I shall die in despair, And sink into the bottomless pit.