Wesley Corpus

But now I seek to touch my Lord, To hear his whisper in the word, To feel his Spirit blow; To catch the love of which I read, To taste him in the mystic bread, And all his sweetness know. 'Tis here, in hope my God to find, With humble awe I come behind, And wait his grace to prove; Before his face I dare not stand, But faith puts forth a trembling hand, To apprehend his love. Surely his healing power is nigh; I touch him now! By faith ev'n I, My Lord, lay hold on thee: Thy power is present now to heal, I feel, thro' all my soul I feel That Jesus died for me. Issues from thee a purer flood, The poison'd fountain of my blood Is in a moment dried; The sovereign antidote takes place, And I am freely sav'd by grace, And I am justified. Page 171 I glory in redemption found: Jesus, my Lord, and God, look round, The conscious sinner see; 'Tis I have touch'd thy cloaths, and own The miracle thy grace hath done, On such a worm as me. Behold me prostrate at thy feet, And hear me thankfully repeat The mercies of my God; I felt from thee the medicine flow, I tell thee all the truth, and shew The virtue of thy blood. With lowly reverential fear I testify, that thou art near To all who seek thy love; Saviour of all I thee proclaim; The world may know thy healing name, And all its wonders prove. Speak then once more, and tell my soul, Sinner, thy faith hath made thee whole, Thy plague of sin is o'er; Be perfected in holiness, Depart in everlasting peace, Depart, and sin no more. The Tempest.96 And are our joys so quickly fled! We who were fill'd with living bread, With calm delight and peace, Constrain'd into the ship we go, And now the boist'rous violence know Of stormy winds and seas. 96A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Shent, 95a-96a. Page 172 To shipwreck our weak faith and hope, Satan hath stir'd a tempest up, Prince of the lower air; The world he actuates and guides, He in that troubled ocean rides, And reigns despotic there.