Wesley Corpus

Expiring in the sinner's place, Crush'd with the universal load He hangs! Adown his mournful face, See trickling fast the tears and blood! The blood that purges all our stains It starts in rivers from his veins. A fountain gushes from his side, Open'd that all may enter in, That all may feel the death applied, The death of God, the death of sin, The death by which our foes are kill'd, The death by which our souls are heal'd. Hymn XXV. In an accepted time of love To thee, O Jesus, we draw near, Wilt thou not now the veil remove, And meet thy mournful followers here, Page 20 Who humbly at thy altar lie, And wait to find thee passing by? Thou bidst us call thy death to mind, But thou must give the solemn power, Come then thou Saviour of mankind, And bring that last tremendous hour, And stand in all thy wounds confest, And wrap us in thy bloody vest. With reverential faith we claim Our share in thy great sacrifice: Come, O thou all-atoning Lamb, Revive us by thy dying cries, Apply to all thy healing blood, And sprinkle me, my Lord, my God! Hymn XXVI. 'Tis done! Th' atoning work is done: Jesus the world's Redeemer dies! All nature feels th' important groan Loud-ecchoing thro' the earth and skies, The earth doth to her center quake, And heaven as hell's deep gloom is black! The temple's veil is rent in twain, While Jesus meekly bows his head, The rocks resent his mortal pain, The yawning graves give up their dead, The bodies of the saints arise, Reviving as their Saviour dies. And shall not we his death partake, In sympathetic anguish groan? O Saviour, let thy Passion shake Our earth, and rend11 our hearts of stone, To second life our souls restore, And wake us that we sleep no more. 11Ori., "rent" (in all edns.). Page 21 Hymn XXVII. Rock of Israel, cleft for me, For us, for all mankind, See, thy feeblest followers see Who call thy death to mind: Sion is the weary land; Us beneath thy shade receive, Grant us in the cleft to stand, And by thy dying12 live.