Wesley Corpus

Our dead in sin and buried race Thy brethren, Lord, thou dost confess, Nor sufferest that our name should be Cut off to all eternity; Thy nature with our nature join'd Preserves the half-extinguish'd kind, Jesus, thy name to mortals given, Exalts both ours, and us, to heaven. Hymn 443. "She was in bitterness of soul, and prayed." I. Sam. i. 10. O take this plague away! Afflicted by my God, In bitterness of soul I pray, O lay aside the rod! Or if thou still reprove, Let my extreme distress Bring forth at last the fruit of love, And perfect righteousness. "Her countenance was no more sad." I. Sam. i. 18. Beneath a mountain-load of grief, Subdued, submissive, and resign'd, I find in prayer my sure relief, Returning peace with Christ I find: Soon as on him I cast my care, My care doth all at once depart, My visage can no more declare The sadness of a broken heart. 36MS Judges, which contains a manuscript predecessor to the hymns on 1 Samuel (in a scribe's hand), is present in MARC: MA 1977/560. The significant variants are noted here.