Wesley Corpus

Then shall I never more offend My Saviour's glorious eyes, But walk with my indwelling friend, Unspotted, to the skies; Obtain th' inheritance prepar'd For all the sons of grace, And find my full immense reward In my Redeemer's face. Hymn XXIV. Warn'd of my dissolution near, As on the margin of the grave, Jesus, with humble faith and fear, I now bespeak thy power to save: Thou who hast tasted death for me, Indulge me in my fond request, And let a worm prescribe to thee The manner of my final rest. My feeble heart's extreme desire, If now thine eye with pity sees, Whene'er thou dost my soul require, O let me then be found in peace; In active faith, and humble prayer, Resign'd, yet longing to depart, To rise, redeem'd from earthly care, And see thee, Saviour, as thou art. 6MA 1977/594/8, 3 reads: "And with thy Father now my gasping spirit fill." Page 27 Suffice that more than threescore years I have thine indignation borne; Glad may I quit the vale of tears, And, pardon'd, to thine arms return! The tokens of thy pard'ning love, The comforts sweet thro' life suspend; But, while I from the flesh remove, Let hope and peace be in my end. Walk with me thro' the dreadful shade, And, certified that thou art mine, My spirit, calm and undismay'd, I shall into thine hands resign: No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, Shall damp whom Jesus' presence chears; My light, my life, my God, is come, And glory in his face appears! Hymn XXV. Still let me in thy Spirit pray, Still my infirmity confess: Take this tormenting fear away, Nor leave me in my last distress: While grapling with my mortal foe, O might I find thy arms beneath, Assur'd that I shall never know The bitter pains of endless death. The pains which soul and body part, Which only less than hell I dread, O might thy pitying love avert, And gently smooth my dying bed! My coward flesh the conflict flies, And shrinks from the last agony: Remembring thy own tears and cries, Jesus, in death remember me! Page 28