Wesley Corpus

Jesu, my hope in life, and death, For thee I spend my latest breath, 'Till join'd to those above; Thy faithful mercies I proclaim, I sing the glories of the Lamb, And gasp thy dying love. Thy dying love hath seal'd my peace, Hath made my sins and sorrows cease, And sweetned all my pain: Thy dying love supports me now; And lo! With thee my head I bow, And die with thee to reign. Out of the dust of death I rise, I feel a life that never dies, An hidden life divine, The earnest of my glorious bliss; And this is heaven, and only this, To know my Jesus mine. 53Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Shent, 148a-148b; and MS Thirty, 98-99. Page 270 Thou art my own, I know thou art, I feel thee, Saviour, in my heart, My utmost Saviour thou Hast seal'd me to redemption's day; And now I cannot fall away, I cannot leave thee now. Divinely confident I am, And more than conquer in thy name Whate'er my hope withstands; Upheld by thee I all break thro'; For who can loose thy grasp? For who Can pluck me from thy hands? Nor death, nor life can now disjoin, Nor fiends shall tear my spirit from thine, Nor height, nor depth shall move, Nor this, nor any future hour, Nor all the creature's utmost power Can part me from thy love. For a Sick Friend. Hymn I.54 Most meek, and tender-hearted Lamb, Jesus, we call on thy dear name, Nor shall we call in vain; In thee we have not an high-priest, Who cannot be like us distrest, For God-with-us is man. Thou feelest all the woes we feel, A sufferer in thy members still, A Man of Griefs thou art: And now thou dost the sickness bear Of him, for whom we make our prayer, And pour out all our heart. 54Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 80-81; MS Clarke, 91-92; and MS Shent, 159a-159b. Page 271 Still, gracious Lord, delight to shed Thy blessings on his fav'rite head, Thy choicest blessings shower; Preserve his mind in perfect peace, And when his sufferings most increase, O let his joys be more.