Wesley Corpus

And have not I ungrateful been, Basely forsook my God for sin, My God who form'd me man, Abus'd my Saviour's pard'ning grace, And turn'd it into wantonness, And murther'd him again! Thee that I may no more forsake, O Rock of my salvation, take And keep me in thy side, There in the open clift secure My contrite heart, my spirit poor From sin forever hide. "The Lord shall repent himself for his servants; when he seeth that their power is gone." Deut. xxxii. 36. Dost thou not, Lord, with pity see My helplesness and misery, Dost thou not hear thy servant groan, And know, that all my power is gone? Returning now in tenderest love, Thy judgments25 with their cause remove, 25Ori., "judgment"; corrected in errata. Page 109 Take my oppressive sin away, And give me back an heart to pray. "I kill, and I make alive." Deut. xxxii. 39. Thy killing and thy quick'ning power, Jesus, in me display, My life of nature, from this hour, My pride and passion slay; Then, then, my utmost Saviour, raise My soul with saints above To serve thy will, and spread thy praise, And sing thy perfect love. "I wound, and I heal." Deut. xxxii. 39. Deepen the wound thy hands have made In this weak helpless soul, 'Till mercy with its balmy aid Descend to make me whole, The sharpness of thy two-edg'd sword Enable me t' endure, 'Till bold to cry "My hallowing Lord Hath wrought a perfect cure!" "Get thee up and die." Deut. xxxii. 49, 50. Is it a thing so small, So easy to comply, When summon'd by a sudden call To get us up, and die? For those who humbly keep The faith by Christ bestow'd, To die is but to fall asleep In the soft arms of God! O could I thus sink down To everlasting rest, Without a ling'ring sigh or groan, On my Redeemer's breast! Jesus, thy blood apply, Thy mind and Spirit give, Then shall I get me up and die, Then shall I truly live.