Wesley Corpus

Page 170 Come, Saviour, come, and make me whole, Intirely all my sins remove, To perfect health restore my soul, To perfect holiness and love. "Lord, help me." Matt. xv. 25. Help me, Lord, on whom alone Succour is for sinners laid, Help me for thine aid to groan, Help me to accept thine aid; Still assist me by thy grace Helpless at thy feet to lie, Well to close my various race, Well to suffer, and to die. "Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs." Matt. xv. 27. Jesus, beneath the sense I groan Of my unworthiness, Yet trust, th' unworthiness I own Shall never bar thy grace: The children first be fed by thee: The dogs with crumbs supply: Then if no more is left for me, Let me thro' hunger die. "O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt." Matt. xv. 28. That mighty faith on me bestow Which cannot ask in vain, Which holds, and will not let thee go, Till I my suit obtain; Till thou into my soul inspire The perfect love unknown, And tell mine infinite desire, "Whate'er thou wilt, be done!" Page 171 "They cast them down at Jesus' feet, and he healed them." Matt. xv. 30. Jesus, display thy sovereign skill, Thine ancient miracles repeat: Thou never canst refuse to heal A gasping sinner at thy feet: Expiring at thy feet I lie: O let thy yearning bowels move, Forgive, or in my sins I die, Restore me by thy bleeding love. "I have compassion on the multitude." Matt. xv. 32. Canst thou then without compassion Me thy faint disciple see, Hungring after thy salvation, Perishing for want of thee? Dying, till the grace is given, Only for thy grace I pine: Feed me, Lord, with bread from heaven, Fill my soul with love divine. "Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees." Matt. xvi. 6. Let us, Lord, with humblest care Observe the caution given, Start from shews and seemings fair, (That Pharisaic leaven) Self-respects, and human praise, And human righteousness disown, Glory in the God of grace, And trust in thee alone. "Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-jona." Matt. xvi. 17. Father, to me the faith impart Which makes the blessing mine, Thy Son discover to my heart In majesty divine;