Wesley Corpus

Why this profusion of thy grace On such a worm as me? Father, I ask in fixt amaze, Explain the mystery. How canst thou to a sinner's cry Incline thy pitying ear? Thou hear'st mine Advocate on high, And wilt forever hear. "To this man will I look, even to him that is poor, c." Isa. lxvi. 2. High on thy heavenly throne, O look with pity down, Page 385 To an abject sinner look, One that on thy footstool lies! Help me, Lord, my heart is broke: Save, or now my spirit dies. My soul, thou know'st, is faint, Ready to die for want; Still I tremble at thy word, "Damn'd the infidel shall be!" Come my long expected Lord, Work the saving faith in me. Now let thy look inspire My soul with pure desire; Life into my heart convey, Chase my evil with thine eyes, Look these fears and sins away, Look me up to paradise. "Hear the word of the Lord, ye that tremble at his word, your brethren, that hated you, that cast you out for my name's sake, said, Let the Lord be glorified: but he shall appear to your joy, and they shall be ashamed." Isa. lxvi. 5. Father, we humbly wait to hear Thy word of reconciling grace, Who long bow'd down with legal fear, Have sought in Christ thy smiling face, But never could the blessing prove, The sweetness of thy pard'ning love. Hated because we fear thy name, And feebly after Jesus go, Daily expos'd to grief and shame By those who care not thee to know, Our brethren's injuries we bear, And wait 'till thou thy Son declare. Our brethren false, with furious zeal For order and the church's peace, Us from their synagogues expel, Our Master thus to serve and please, 109Ori., "1146", a misprint. Page 386 And while thy sheep they seek to kill, Deny the scriptures, and fulfil. But O! Thy changeless word is past, Thou wilt in us thy Son reveal; Our Saviour shall appear at last, And bring the joy unspeakable, Before our blushing foes confess, And crown his suffering witnesses. "A voice of noise from the city.... Before she travailed,110 she brought forth, c." Isa. lxvi. 6, 7, 8.