Wesley Corpus

Break this Babylonish yoke, And now redeem th' opprest, Jesus, to thy wounds we look For liberty and rest: Rest from sin that we may know, Assure us of our sins forgiven, Then the perfect love bestow, And then the rest of heaven. Page 39 Hymn 1245. "Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?" Lam. i. 12. Oft have I unconcern'd pass'd by, Nor stopp'd on Calvary, So small a thing, that thou should'st die, Or nothing, Lord, to me! But now I see, the bleeding cross Is all in all to man, To me thy death is life, thy loss Is mine eternal gain. "Behold, and see, if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow!" Lam. i. 12. Lord, we with awful thanks confess, No sufferings could with thine compare; Thy Godhead did not make them less, It only strengthen'd thee to bear: But thro' thy mortal agony What blessings are to sinners given! The pains of hell gat hold on thee, That we might seize the joys of heaven. Page 40 "It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not." Lam. iii. 22. We should have been doom'd with devils to dwell, But are not consum'd, but are not in hell! 'Twixt us and the sentence our Advocate stood, And gave us repentance, and pleaded his blood. Unworthy to live, our Saviour we own, Ascribe our reprieve to mercy alone; The boundless compassion of Jesus we praise, And all our salvation expect from his grace. "The Lord's mercies are new every morning." Lam. iii. 22-23. His mercies in Jesus renew'd Each morning I wake to adore, A fountain of infinite good, A sea without bottom or shore! My Lord inexpressibly kind, O when shall I thank him above, To Jesus eternally join'd, Absorb'd in the depths of his love! "The Lord is my portion, therefore will I hope in him." Lam. iii. 24. Jesus, if mine thou art, Mine heritage is sure, And must, tho' friends and life depart, Unchangeable endure; If on thy constant love I can till death rely, My portion upon earth shall prove My portion in the sky.