Wesley Corpus

Deeper than hell, it pluck'd me thence, Deeper than inbred sin, Jesus his love my heart shall cleanse, When Jesus enters in. Come quickly then, my Lord, and take Possession of thine own, My longing heart vouchsafe to make Thine everlasting throne. Assert thy claim, receive thy right, Come quickly from above, And sink me to perfection's height, The depth of humble love. After a Recovery. Hymn VI. Father, and can it be That thou shouldst still forbear, Shouldst still reprieve and suffer me Who all thy threatnings dare? Who all thy mercies spurn, A deep revolter I, And ever to my vomit turn, As resolute to die. Page 165 Soon as thy slighted grace Doth on thy rebel call, And yet again begin to raise The sinner from his fall; I weep, and watch, and pray: And weary of the pain, Forget my God, and sink away, And plunge in sin again. Yet O thou wilt not quit A wretch that flies from thee, Thee though I evermore forget, Thou still remembrest me; Ten thousand thousand times Thou dost my sins pass by: Thy mercies rise above my crimes, And will not let me die. O unexhausted grace, O love unsearchable! I am not gone to my own place, I am not yet in hell! Earth doth not open yet My soul to swallow up; And hanging o'er the yawning pit I still am forc'd to hope. I hope at last to find The kingdom from above, The settled peace, the constant mind, The everlasting love; The sanctifying grace That makes me meet for home: I hope to see thy glorious face Where sin shall never come. What shall I do to keep The blessed hope I feel? Still let me pray, and watch, and weep, And serve thy pleasure still. Page 166 O never may I grieve My kind long-suffering Lord, But stedfastly to Jesus cleave, And answer all thy word. Lord, if thou hast bestow'd On me this gracious fear, This horror of offending God, O keep it always here; And that I never more May from thy ways depart, Enter with all thy mercy's power, And dwell within my heart. After a Recovery. Hymn VII.92 Jesu, shepherd of the sheep, Pity my unsettled soul, Guide, and nourish me, and keep, 'Till thy love shall make me whole: Give me, perfect soundness give, Make me stedfastly believe.