Wesley Corpus

Thus, Almighty Lord may I Thine approbation gain, Self-condemn'd for mercy cry, 'Till mercy I obtain: Me of unbelief convince, And then the guilty sinner clear, Then reveal my pardon'd sins, Eternal Comforter! "Go to my servant Job, and offer a burnt-offering, and my servant Job shall pray for you, for him will I accept." Job xlii. 8. Great God, we to thy servant go From whom thou once didst hide thy face: He offer'd up himself below, A victim for our wretched race, Thy righteous servant and thy Son He died for all mankind t' atone. To him we fly, at thy command, Who on himself our sins did take, Our cause we put into his hand, And Christ our Advocate we make: Who at his death did interceed, Doth now his death for sinners plead. Us that his righteous Spirit griev'd, He kindly makes his constant care; Our injur'd friend on earth who liv'd, Thou hear'st in heaven his ceaseless prayer, Accept in thy beloved Son, And save us for his sake alone. "The Lord turned the captivity of Job when he prayed for his friends." Job xlii. 10. When God, discover'd from above, Turns our captivity again, Our hearts are melted into love And prayer for those that caus'd our pain, Page 252 Fashion'd like his who mourn'd below, And died a ransom for his foe. O might I in the Spirit of grace For all my persecutors cry, My false injurious friends embrace, While Jesus doth his blood apply, To mine original state restore, And give me power to sin no more! "So the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning." Job xlii. 12. Are there, Saviour, can there be Happy days reserv'd for me? Child of sorrow from the womb,70 Hoping, should I not presume? After all my evils past, Good may I expect at last, Cease on earth to sin and grieve, See my God appeas'd, and live?