Wesley Corpus

O were thy suff'rings on the tree Into my soul brought in! O that thy death might work in me A perfect death to sin! Me to thy suffering self conform,112 The mortal power impart, Pity a poor, weak, lab'ring worm, And wash my guilty heart. 111Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 145-46; and MS Shent, 80a-80b. 112Ori., "confirm"; corrected in errata and 2nd edn. (1755). Page 188 Thou knowst on works, and means, and men, No longer I rely, I never, never can be clean 'Till thou thy blood apply. My only trust is in thy blood, Which purges every stain: Bring in, O Lord, the purer flood, Nor let me ask in vain. Faith in thy blood, thou seest, I have, For thou the grace hast given, Thy blood from all my sin shall save, And speak me up to heaven. Thy blood shall quench this fire of hell, Which now I feel within, Thy blood my sin-sick soul shall heal, And wash out all my sin. In hope believing against hope 'Till then I look to thee; I see thee, Saviour, lifted up For all mankind and me. Determin'd nothing else to know, But Jesus crucified, I cannot from my Jesus go, Or leave thy wounded side. Thou wilt not let me hence depart, 'Till all thy death I prove, Redeem'd from sin, and pure in heart, And perfected in love. The anchor of my stedfast hope Within the veil I cast, Thy dying love shall hold me up, 'Till all the storms are past. Page 189 Only because thou di'dst for me I trust on this alone, And look in life and death to be With thee for ever one. In Temptation. Hymn VIII. O God of love, to whom I pray, Wilt thou let me fall away And lose thy mercies past? Must I in vain for pardon cry, And perish in my sins, and die, Die, in my sins at last? Were this thy will concerning me, Wherefore have I follow'd thee, And long'd thy love to know? Why hast thou from my earliest days Allur'd my soul to seek thy face, If made for endless woe? Why did thy providential power Interpose in danger's hour, And still the victim save? So oft the mortal fever chide, And turn the dart of death aside, And mock the gaping grave?