Wesley Corpus

Who first their hands imbrued In thy most sacred blood, Turn'd at last they all shall be, Thee descending from above Thee, the true Messiah see, See, and weep, believe, and love. Page 112 "In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, for sin, and for uncleanness." Zech. xiii. 1. By faith I to the fountain fly, Open'd for all mankind and me, To purge my sins of deepest die, My life, and heart's impurity: From Christ, the smitten Rock, it flows: The purple and the chrystal stream Pardon and holiness bestows: And both I gain thro' faith in him. "What are these wounds in thine hands? Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends." Zech. xiii. 6. What are these wounds, so deep, so wide, That in thy sacred hands appear? By my own nation crucified, By my own friends I suffer here: My household-foes, who bear my name, Have nail'd me to this shameful tree; And every day I wounded am, Thou poor, backsliding soul, by thee! "Awake, O sword, against the man that is my fellow, saith the Lord of hosts." Zech. xiii. 7. Lo! The sin-avenging Lord, That sin may be forgiven, Wakes, and turns his righteous sword Against the man from heaven! Equal to the Lord most-high See the filial deity, See the great Jehovah die, To purchase life for me!