Wesley Corpus

Page 190 "There shall also this be told for a memorial of her." Matt. xxvi. 13. Let me thus her zeal record, Thus my own for Jesus prove, Render to my dearest Lord All I prize, and all I love, Him imbalm with contrite tears, Him perfume with humble sighs, Till the rising God appears, Mounts, and draws me to the skies. "Lord, is it I?" Matt. xxvi. 22. Saviour, thou seest the fear Which haunts me night and day, My heart so weak, my sin so near, Shall I not thee betray? Ah, do not let me live To cause the dire offence, Rather this instant now forgive, And snatch me spotless hence. "It had been good for that man, if he had not been born." Matt. xxvi. 24. But if the everlasting pain Were in a course of ages past, Great good it would be to that man To perish and be sav'd at last. "This is my blood, which is shed for many." Matt. xxvi. 28. As many as in Adam died, In Christ may be restor'd, And freely sav'd in Christ confide, And love their bleeding Lord: To purge the universal sin The bloody fountain flow'd, To make our life and nature clean, And bring us all to God.