Wesley Corpus

Page 151 How infinite the ruin is Of a lost soul, cut off from thee! He falls into the dark abyss, He falls to all eternity! "Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean." Matt. viii. 2. How can I doubt thy will, Acknowledging thy power? Thou art a Saviour still, Whom prostrate I adore, Till by thine healing touch I prove My Saviour is almighty love. "I will; be thou clean." Matt. viii. 3. Thou would'st that I should holy be, Partaker of thy purity; O bid this leprosy depart, Apply thy blood, to cleanse my heart. "See thou tell no man." Matt. viii. 4. Whene'er thou dost thy grace bestow, Lest proudly I the blessing shew, A second grace impart, "Tell it to none" with vain delight "Tell it to none" in mercy write Upon my broken heart. "Go, shew thyself to the priest." Matt. viii. 4. Jesus, I to thy temple go, And to the priest myself I shew Chang'd by a touch of thine, That when the priest thy witness sees, Convinc'd, he may himself confess My healer is divine. "I will come, and heal him." Matt. viii. 7. O how gracious is my Lord, Listening for a sigh or word!