Wesley Corpus

From this thrice hallow'd shade Which Jesu's cross hath made, Image of his sacrifice, Never, never will we move, Till with all his saints we rise, Rise, and take our place above. Page 101 Hymn CXIX. Father, God, who seest in me Only sin and misery, See thine own anointed one, Look on thy beloved Son. Turn from me thy glorious eyes To that bloody sacrifice, To the full atonement made, To the utmost ransom paid; To the blood that speaks above, Calls for thy forgiving love; To the tokens of his death Here exhibited beneath. Hear his blood's prevailing cry, Let thy bowels then reply, Then thro' him the sinner see, Then in Jesus look on me. Hymn CXX. Father see the victim slain, Jesus Christ the just, the good, Offer'd up for guilty man, Pouring out his precious blood, Him, and then the sinner see, Look thro' Jesu's wounds on me. Me, the sinner most distrest, Most afflicted, and forlorn, Stranger to a moment's rest, Ruing that I e'er was born, Page 102 Pierc'd with sin's invenom'd dart, Dying of a broken heart. Dying, whom thy hands have made All thy blessings to receive, Dying, whom thy love hath stay'd, Whom thy pity would have live, Dying at my Saviour's side, Dying for whom Christ hath died. Can it, Father, can it be? What doth Jesu's blood reply? If it doth not plead for me, Let my soul for ever die; But if mine thro' him thou art, Speak the pardon to my heart. Hymn CXXI. Father, behold thy fav'rite Son, The glorious partner of thy throne, For ever plac'd at thy right hand, O look on thy Messiah's face, And seal the cov'nant of thy grace, To us who in thy Jesus stand. To us thou hast redemption sent; And we again to thee present The blood that speaks our sins forgiven, That sprinkles all the nations round; And now thou hear'st the solemn sound Loud-echoing thro' the courts of heaven. The cross on Calvary he bore, He suffer'd once to die no more,