Wesley Corpus

Page 153 "Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?" Matt. viii. 26. Saviour, thou knowst us all In our imperfect state: Because our faith is small, Our fear alas is great! Yet shall the grain the mount remove, If thou our faith increase, Our faith shall work by perfect love, And fear forever cease. "What manner of man is this!" Matt. viii. 27. What kind of man is this, Obey'd by winds and seas, Whose powerful word controuls The tempest in our souls! A man, who built both earth and sky, A man, whose name is God most-high! "Be of good chear, thy sins be forgiven thee." Matt. ix. 2. Wilt thou not, Lord, the word repeat To all who prostrate at thy feet Thy pard'ning grace implore? Thou dost the helpless sinner chear, Thou dost dismiss my guilty fear, And bid me sin no more. "The scribes said, This man blasphemeth." Matt. ix. 3. No, ye blind scribes of learning proud: This man is the eternal God, Who doth your souls reprieve: His power and deity confess, Believe ten thousand witnesses That Jesus can forgive. Page 154 "Why eateth your Master with publicans and sinners?" Matt. ix. 11. Sinners our Master doth receive, That sav'd and nourish'd by his love, On earth we without sin may live, And then partake his feast above. "They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick." Matt. ix. 12. I have need of a physician; Jesus, my physician be: Help me in my lost condition, Sin's severe extremity: Sick to death of pride and passion, Desperate, Lord, to thee I cry: With thine uttermost salvation Save, or I forever die. "Go ye, and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice." Matt. ix. 13. To whom should thy disciples go, Of whom should they be taught, but thee? Thy Spirit must thy meaning shew; O might he shew it now to me! Blessings thou dost to sinners give, Not sacrifice from us receive: Thy grace to all doth freely move, Thy favourite attribute is love. "I am not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance." Matt. ix. 13. Then thou art come for me: Thou call'st me to repent, And by a look from thee My rocky heart is rent: