Wesley Corpus

Page 53 The Lord, the mighty God thou art: Yet let me rather prove That name inspoken to my heart, That favourite name of love. "Merciful and gracious." Exod. xxxiv. 6. Merciful God, thy self proclaim In this polluted breast, Mercy is thy distinguish'd name, Which suits a sinner best: Our misery doth for pity call, Our sin implores thy grace, And thou art merciful to all Our lost apostate race. "Gracious, long-suffering." Exod. xxxiv. 6. Thy causeless unexhausted love, Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery; Thou waitest to be gracious still, Thou dost with sinners bear, That sav'd, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. "Abundant in goodness." Exod. xxxiv. 6. Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To every soul abound, A vast unfathomable sea, Where all our thoughts are drown'd; Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store, Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore. "Abundant in truth." Exod. xxxiv. 6. Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move, A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love: