Wesley Corpus

My Saviour thee, not yet reveal'd, Yet will I thee my Saviour call, Adore thy hand, from sin with-held; Thy hand shall raise me from my fall, Thou wilt throughout my darkness shine, And shew thyself for ever mine. "Israel shall be saved in the Lord with an everlasting salvation: ye shall not be ashamed nor confounded world without end." Isa. xlv. 17. Thou, Jesus, of the chosen seed The utmost Saviour art, Of every Israelite indeed, Of all the pure in heart: Page 347 Thy saints who every moment feel The confidence of love, While yet on earth, secure they dwell Within thine arms above. 298 Perfect in love which casts out fear They for thy coming stay, And bold before thy throne appear In that tremendous day: Confounded, Lord, and put to shame Thy church shall never be, Sav'd by the virtue of thy name, Forever sav'd in thee. "I said not unto the seed of Jacob, seek ye me in vain." Isa. xlv. 19. Commanded, Lord, and drawn by thee Have I not sought thy face, And ask'd for half a century Thy heart-renewing grace? Yet is my prayer unanswer'd still, My heart is unrenew'd, Throughout my fallen soul I feel That I am void of God. But wilt thou suffer me to die Such as I now remain? It cannot, cannot be, that I Should seek my God in vain: My soul into thy hands I give, And hold the promise fast, And seeking on, I must believe, I must be sav'd at last. "There is no Saviour beside me. Look unto me, and be ye saved all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else." Isa. xlv. 21, 22. Eternal Lord of earth and skies, We wait thy Spirit's latest call: Bid all our fallen race arise, (Thou who hast purchas'd life for all) 98Ori., "3"; a misprint. Page 348 Sav'd by that wondrous look divine Which makes thy full salvation mine.