Wesley Corpus

Page 17 I would not be sav'd from death; And self-destroyed I justly fall, Publishing with my last breath The Saviour died for all. Father of Jesus Christ the just, My friend and advocate with thee, If I have sinn'd, in him I trust Who ever lives to pray for me: Behold the Lamb! For me he bleeds, For me his great attonement pleads! For all the sins of all mankind He once a perfect offering made, For all his precious life resign'd, For all a bleeding ransom paid: He bow'd his head upon the tree: 'Tis finish'd! He hath died for me! This last, and every sin of mine, Did he not in his body bear? Was it not purg'd with blood divine? Behold the bond hangs cancell'd there! 'Tis nail'd to the accursed wood, 'Tis blotted out with Jesu's blood. The sin on him which was not laid, For which he hath not satisfied, Punish it, Father, on my head, Here let it with thy wrath abide: But if he paid my utmost pain, Thou canst not ask the debt again. Lo! In the gap my surety stands, To turn away thy vengeful ire! Am I not written on his hands? What can thy justice more require?