Wesley Corpus

Page 12 And, happy in thy favour, The heir of glory seal. Enrich'd with heav'nly graces, Till I from earth remove, Dissolv'd in thy embraces, For ever lost in love. Hymn VIII. I come, at Jesus' call I come, Submissive to the general doom, The way of all the earth I go, And only wait my guide to know; Happy, if thou my steps attend, And bless me with a peaceful end. While struggling in the toils of death, Convuls'd, I gasp my latest breath, O that my soul, reclin'd on thee, Serene in mortal agony, Might all the tyrant's darts defy, And shew the world how Christians die! O could I then behold my God Arrayed in garments dipp'd in blood! As when thou didst the wine-press tread, And meekly bow thy dying head, That I my spirit may resign, Like thee, into the hands divine. The grace thou didst for me procure, Let it my final peace insure; Implant thine image in my heart, And then, made ready to depart, I gladly to the sentence bow; I die to see my Saviour now. Page 13 Hymn IX. Jesus, the just, the good, Remember Calvary, And claim the purchase of thy blood, Expended all for me: My Saviour hitherto, A little longer save; The pardon'd penitent renew, And hide me in the grave. Not my own faithfulness, But thine I humbly plead, Who will not quench a spark of grace, Nor break a bruised reed: Thy work, with life begun, In this weak soul compleat, And let me groan my latest groan For mercy, at thy feet. I ask not extasies; But with a loving heart, In stedfast hope and humble peace Permit me to depart: Suffice, that here I know My sins thro' grace forgiven, And calmly blest, with safety go To endless joys in heaven. Page 14 Hymn X. By justice doom'd to die, I feel the time is nigh, Wanting strength, increasing care, Sickly life's redoubled load, All cry out, For death prepare, O prepare to meet thy God! With thankfulness and fear Thy warning voice I hear: Let me then my life's remains To unfeign'd repentance give, 'Midst infirmities and pains, Meek, and daily dying, live.