Wesley Corpus

Giver of godly woe, On me the grace bestow; Stony into fleshly turn By thy last expiring cry; Bid me look on thee and mourn, Mourn, and with my Saviour die. Thy bleeding love declare, Too strong for life to bear; Let it purge, and break my heart, Then my heart's desire I prove, Bowing on thy cross depart, Pay thee back thy bleeding love. Page 15 Hymn XI. Giver, Lord, of life and death, Disposer of thine own, Ready to resign my breath, Thou hear'st a sinner groan; For this only thing I pray, Indulg'd as with a last reprieve, Take the sting of death away, And then my soul receive. Pass'd on all the sinful kind, I own thy sentence just, Earth to earth again consign'd, And dust be mix'd with dust. Nature's debt content I pay; But, O! Before the flesh I leave, Take the sting of death away, And then my soul receive. Father of compassions, show Thy mercy to my heart, That, when thee in Christ I know, I may in peace depart: Nothing here can court my stay, If thou the prodigal forgive; Take the sting of death away, And then my soul receive. If my threat'ning sins were gone, How freely, Lord, would I Lay the mortal body down, As privileg'd to die; Page 16 God of love, no more delay The grace, for which alone I grieve; Take the sting of death away, And now my soul receive. Hymn XII. Thee, Saviour, I confess Omnipotent in grace: True I account thee, Lord, And faithful to thy word: Freely thou wilt confer Whate'er we ask in prayer, And readier art to give Than sinners to receive. Ere with my lips I pray, Thou know'st what I would say: Might I be found of thee In peace and purity, And then my spirit give With my dear Lord to live: Safe on that happy shore, I could desire no more. Hymn XIII. Thrice happy estate of the dead, Who die on Immanuel's breast! From trouble and misery freed, From pain they eternally rest; Pursu'd by their labours of love, By mercy assign'd their reward, They mount to the mansions above, And heaven enjoy in their Lord. O how shall a sinner like me That blissful enjoyment obtain?