Wesley Corpus

O Father, I am but a child, My body is made of the earth, My nature alas, is defil'd, And a sinner I was from my birth; Not worthy to lift up my face To a God on his heavenly throne, Yet allow me to pray for thy grace, For without it I must be undone. I cannot obey thy commands Unassisted by grace from above; No grace I deserve at thy hands, Yet I hope to recover thy love: Thy mercy is promis'd to all, The giver of Jesus thou art, And therefore attend to my call, And discover his love to my heart. Hymn XCVI. To me thy compassion extend, For the sake of thy heavenly Son, From Satan and sin to defend, And a world full of evil unknown: Page 83 An invisible enemy's power Ever near to destroy me I have, A lion intent to devour: Let mercy be nearer to save. That mercy I languish to feel, If mercy infuse the desire, My need of a Saviour reveal, My soul with the hunger inspire: O Father, an infant allure In a way that I never have known, And me by thy Spirit assure That mercy and Jesus are one. Hymn XCVII. Thanksgiving. Come, my companions dear, With mine your voices raise, Let us with heart sincere Attempt our Saviour's praise, And while our souls to heaven ascend, Begin the song that ne'er shall end. Of whom should children sing, But of that holy child Who to their heavenly King Hath rebels reconcil'd? Peace upon earth he doth bestow: Rejoice in God reveal'd below. Who earth and heaven commands In years and wisdom grew, 'Till seiz'd by wicked hands, They wounded him and slew: But in his blood our peace is seal'd, And by his wounds our souls are heal'd! Then let us bless his name, And thank him for his grace: Worthy is Christ the Lamb Of universal praise, Page 84 Praise be on him by all bestow'd Who lives, the one eternal God! Hymn XCVIII. Meet and right it is, that I Should my Maker glorify, Born for this alone I am, God to praise thro' Jesu's name: Author of my life, receive Praise the best a child can give.