Wesley Corpus

Is she so near the burning lake, That thou no more canst bring her back, Canst ransom her no more? Nay, but thou able art to save A soul within the gaping grave, And bid the deep restore. Stir up, O Lord, thine utmost power, And pluck her in this gracious hour Out of the fowler's snare, Command th' accuser to depart, And kill the worm that gnaws her heart, The viper of despair. For her the plaintive turtle moans, For her the pleading Spirit groans, And lo! Thy saints agree Touching this thing, in faith to claim A pardon, Jesus, in thy name, A pardon full and free. Canst thou reject thy Spirit's cry? Canst thou thy bride, thyself deny? Nay, but thou shalt not rest, No, never will we let thee go, 'Till she again thy mercy know, And sink upon thy breast. Extend thine arms, and take her in, A weary fugitive from sin, To shew thy utmost power, Now, Lord, from Satan's bond release, And freely give her back her peace, And bid her sin no more. Page 99 Hymns of Intercession. Hymn IX. For a Backslider. Master, come, no more delay, From thine own no longer stay, Whom thou lov'st is sick of pride, Sick, for whom thyself hast died. See the soul whose fall we weep, Come, and wake him out of sleep, Lull'd in self-security, Halting 'twixt the world and thee. Hear our faith's effectual prayer, Snatch him from the fatal snare, Now thy ready help supply, Come, before our brother die. Ask, (thyself hast said) and have: Save him then, in mercy save, Grant the grace for him we claim, Life we ask in Jesus' name. Jesu, call to mind thy word, Give him to our faith restor'd, Freely his backslidings heal, On his heart his pardon seal. Make him as the troubled sea, 'Till he find his rest in thee, Bind, and then his soul release, Bid him then depart in peace. Page 100 Hymns of Intercession. Hymn X. For the Wavering. See, Lord, our wavering brethren see, Ready to leave thy church and thee, Beguil'd by hellish art, O save them, save them from the snare, Watch o'er thine own with jealous care, And keep their feeble heart.