Wesley Corpus

O when shall I see An end of my pain, And triumph in thee My Saviour again? Lord, hasten the hour, Thy kingdom bring in, And give me the power To live without sin. Page 47 O Jesus, thou know'st My sorrowful load, And seest that my trust Is all in thy blood: Thou wilt have compassion, My burthen remove, Thy name is salvation, Thy nature is love. Thy nature and name My portion shall be62 Who humbly lay claim To all things in thee: The days of my mourning And painful distress Shall at thy returning Eternally cease. Hymn XXXVII. To: "Thou Man of Griefs, I fain would be." Help, Jesus, help against my foe, Pity on thy captive shew, Intangled in the snare, The hellish snare of sin I lie; O cast not out my plaintive prayer, But save me, or I die. With all my soul I seek thy face, Give me thy restoring grace: Mine agony of fear, And guilt, and shame, and sorrow end; Appear, my Advocate appear, And shew thyself my friend. O might I feel thy blood apply'd, Nothing would I ask beside: Thine only love be given, I every other good resign, Of all thou hast in earth or heaven, Let love alone be mine! 62Ori., "My portion be"; a misprint, corrected in errata and all later editions. Page 48 Hymn XXXVIII. Thanksgiving. To: "Join all the joyful nations." Jesus, take all the glory! Thy meritorious passion The pardon bought, Thy mercy brought To us the great salvation. Thee gladly we acknowledge Our only Lord and Saviour, Thy name confess, Thy goodness bless, And triumph in thy favour. With angels and archangels We prostrate fall before thee: Again we raise Our souls in praise, And thankfully adore thee. Honour, and power, and blessing To thee be ever given, By all who know Thy love below, And all our friends in heaven. Hymn XXXIX. Before Private Prayer.63 To: "Why should the children of a King." Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord, I humbly seek thy face, Incourag'd by the Saviour's word To ask thy pard'ning grace. 63Appeared first in Short View of the Difference Between the Moravian Brethren and the Rev. Mr. John and Charles Wesley (London: Strahan, 1745), 18. Page 49 Entring into my closet, I The busy world exclude, In secret prayer for mercy cry, And groan to be renew'd.