Wesley Corpus

The friendly properties that flow, Thro' nature's various works, I know The fountain whence they came, And every plant, and every flower Medicinal derives its power From Jesus' balmy name. Confiding in that name alone, Jesus, I in thy work go on, To tend thy sick and poor, Dispenser of thy med'cines I; But thou, the blessing must supply, But thou must give the cure. For this I humbly wait on thee; The servant of thy servants see Devoted to thy will, Determin'd in thy steps to go, And help the sickly sons of woe, Who groan thy help to feel. Afflicted by thy gracious hand, They now may justly all demand My instrumental care; Thy patients, Lord, shall still be mine; And to my weak attempts I join My strong effectual prayer. O while thou giv'st their bodies ease, Convince them of their worst disease, The sickness of the mind, And let them groan by sin opprest, 'Till coming unto thee for rest, Rest to their souls they find. With these, and every sin-sick soul, I come myself to be made whole, And wait the sovereign word; Thou canst, I know, thou dost forgive: Page 250 But let me without sinning live, To perfect love restor'd. Myself, alas, I cannot heal, But thou shalt every seed expel Of sin out of my heart, Thine utmost saving health display, And purge my inbred plague away, And make me as thou art. 'Till then in thy blest hands I am, And still in faith the grace I claim To all believers given: Perfect the cure in me begun, And when my work on earth is done, Receive me up to heaven. An Hymn for a Mother. Father of all, whose sovereign will Hath call'd thy servant to fulfil The softer parent's part, With gifts and graces from above, With calmest care, and wisest love Instruct my simple heart. Oh! May I every moment see The end for which alone to me Thou hast my children given, A blessed instrument divine Thro' thee to make, and keep them thine, And train them up for heaven. My first concern their souls to rear, And principled with godly fear Page 251 In virtue's paths to lead, The hunger after thee t' excite, And stir them up with all their might To seek the living bread.