Wesley Corpus

Page 169 Now let me leave the world beneath, Now to the mount repair, Sink at the Saviour's feet, and breathe My latest breath in prayer. "It is I, be not afraid." Matt. xiv. 27. Tell me "'Tis I that died for thee" And I shall fear no more, Till the rough wind and boisterous sea Hurry me to the shore. "He said, Come." Matt. xiv. 29. Saviour, thou hast bid me come, But bid me come, again, Till I reach my heavenly home My sinking soul sustain: Walking on at thy command O'er danger's most tempestuous sea, Save me by thine outstretch'd hand, And save me up to thee. "Beginning to sink, he cried, Lord, save me." Matt. xiv. 30. O may I cry for help to thee The moment I begin To sink into the troubled sea, Or yield to my own sin! I know, in answer to my prayer, Thou wouldst extend thine hand, My soul above the billows bear To the celestial land. "As many as touched were made perfectly whole." Matt. xiv. 36. Lord, I believe thy power the same, The same thy truth and grace indure, And in thy blessed hands I am, And trust thee for a perfect cure: