Wesley Corpus

Kept in the way by power divine, Thro' faith we still go on, And hang on that dear word of thine "I will not leave my own!" Our souls which trust thy constant love Thy constant love defends, And brings us to thy house above Where faith in vision ends. "I will work, and who shall let it?" Isa. xliii. 13. Father, the thing impossible At thy command shall be, Not all the powers of earth and hell Can frustrate thy decree: The kingdoms of the earth shall all Be swallow'd up in one, And universal nature fall Before thy glorious Son. "Thou hast wearied me with thine iniquities. I, even I am he that blotteth out thy transgressions, c." Isa. xliii. 24, 25. Surprizing turn of heavenly grace! "I, even I am he," That drives the sinner from my face? "No; but who pardon thee!" Page 344 Thy bowels of compassion sound, Thy heart with love runs o'er, And where my sin doth most abound, Thy grace aboundeth more. "I, even I am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake." Isa. xliii. 25. Thou must for thy own sake forgive, It cannot be for mine; My power the pardon to receive, My faith is all divine: A sinner on mere mercy cast, Thy mercy I embrace, And gladly own, from first to last That I am sav'd by grace. "I, even I am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake." Isa. xliii. 25. Balm of my wounded spirit, Lord, Thy promise I receive, Forgive, according to thy word, For thy own sake forgive: Blot out, thou Sun of righteousness, Th' impenetrable cloud, Jesus, my countless sins efface With thy atoning blood. "And will not remember thy sins." Isa. xliii. 25. Thou wilt be merciful, thou wilt No longer bear in mind My old, or new-contracted guilt, But cast it all behind: My sins if I no more repeat, When thou hast cross'd the score, Forgiving them, thou wilt forget And never mention more. Page 345 "Put me in remembrance: let us plead together: declare thou, that thou mayst be justified." Isa. xliii. 26.