Wesley Corpus

Aaron for us the blood hath shed, Melchisedec bestows the bread, To nourish this, and that t' atone; And both the priests in Christ are one. Jesus appears to sacrifice, The flesh and blood himself supplies; Enter'd the veil his death he pleads, And blesses all our souls, and feeds. 'Tis here he meets the faithful line, Sustains us with his bread and wine; We feel the double grace is given, And gladly urge our way to heaven. 19Ori., "Acaldema" (in all edns.). Page 35 Hymn XLVII. Jesu, thy weakest servants bless, Give what these hallow'd signs express, And what thou giv'st secure; Pardon into my soul convey, Strength in thy pard'ning love to stay, And to the end endure. Raise, and enable me to stand, Save out of the destroyer's hand This helpless soul of mine, Vouchsafe me then thy strength'ning grace, And with the arms of love embrace, And keep me ever thine. Hymn XLVIII. Saviour of my soul from sin, Thou my kind preserver be, Stablish what thou dost begin, Carry on thy work in me, All thy faithful mercies shew, Hold, and never let me go. Never let me lose my peace, Forfeit what thy goodness gave, Give it still, and still increase, Save me, and persist to save, Seal the grant conferr'd before, Give thy blessing evermore. Page 36 Hymn XLIX. Son of God, thy blessing grant, Still supply my every want, Tree of life thine influence shed, With thy sap my spirit feed. Tenderest branch alas am I, Wither without thee and die, Weak as helpless infancy, O confirm my soul in thee. Unsustain'd by thee I fall, Send the strength for which I call, Weaker than a bruised reed Help I every moment need. All my hopes on thee depend, Love me, save me to the end, Give me the continuing grace, Take the everlasting praise. Hymn L. Father of everlasting love, Whose bowels of compassion move, To all thy gracious hands have made, See, in the howling desart see A soul from Egypt brought by thee, And help me with thy constant aid. Ah, do not, Lord, thine own forsake, Nor let my feeble soul look back, Or basely turn to sin again, No never let me faint or tire, But travel on in strong desire, 'Till I my heavenly Canaan gain. Page 37 Hymn LI.