Wesley Corpus

Thou never wilt thine own forsake, Till pure I give my spirit back Into those blessed hands of thine; Thy name ineffable receive, An image of thy glory live, And with thy light for ever shine. My deathless soul, my mould'ring dust, To God the merciful and just, Thro' Christ, I faithfully commend; Kept by my Advocate above, Told in a whisper of his love, That hope and heaven is in my end! Page 46 This, this is all my heart's desire, When mercy doth my soul require, By Jesus found mature in grace, In full conformity divine My spotless spirit to resign, And see my Saviour face to face.