Wesley Corpus

See then I at thy feet once more My guilty spirit cast, Here (if thou wilt not yet restore) Resolv'd to groan my last. Page 141 Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn XXVI. In trouble I seek thee, O God, Compell'd by the burthen I bear, Constrain'd by the stroke of thy rod I pour out a penitent prayer: Ah! Do not abhor my sad moan, Extorted, alas! By distress, But hear, and with pity look down, And send me an answer of peace. What must a poor prodigal do Thy forfeited grace to regain? My trouble I only can shew, And tell thee my sorrow and pain: I only for mercy can cry, And groan with the sense of my load. Save, Lord, or I perish, I die, I die in my sins, and my blood. I own, I have sinn'd in thy sight, Have sinn'd against knowledge and love, And done thy good Spirit despite; Yet look on my surety above! His passion alone is my plea, His free inexhaustible grace: My Advocate answer'd for me, And Jesus hath died in my place. O Father of mercies restore, For Jesus's merits alone, And heal a backslider once more, And give me again to thy Son: Page 142 If still thou art able to spare If infinite mercy thou art, Reply to my penitent prayer, And whisper thy peace to my heart. Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn XXVII. O that the love of God, Which once I sweetly felt, Again were shed abroad, This stony heart to melt! Love only can the conquest win, My desp'rate soul restore, And save me from the guilt of sin, And save me from the power. This base unworthy breast I smite, alas! In vain, But cannot find thy rest, But cannot love again, 'Till thou the Spirit of holiness The loving Spirit send, To heal my wounds, and seal my peace, And bid my sorrows end. Consider, gracious Lord, How short my time below, And now repeat the word, And loose, and let me go; From sin, the world, and Satan's chain My struggling spirit free, And let me find my peace again, And live, and die in thee. Page 143 Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn XXVIII.82