Wesley Corpus

Thy all-redeeming love. Convinced of Sin. lo9 HYMN 163. l. m. 1 A7E7HEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be, ▼ ▼ That 1 shall find my all in thee ? The fulness of thy promise prove ; The seal of thine eternal Love ? 2 A poor, blind child, I wander here, If haply I may feel thee near ! 0 dark ! dark ! dark ! I still must say, Amid the blaze of gospel day ! 3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find, And cast the world and flesh behind ; Thou, only thou, to me be given, Of all thou hast in earth or heaven. 4 Whom man forsakes, thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive ; Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to thee are known. 5 Ah, wherefore did I ever doubt ! Thou wilt in no wise cast me out, A helpless soul that comes to thee, With only sin and misery. 6 Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure ; 1 want, do thou enrich the poor ; Under thy mighty hand I stoop, O lift the abject sinner up ! 7 Lord, I am blind, be thou my sight ; Lord, I am weak, -be thou my might : A helper of the helpless be, And let me find my all in thee ! lbU For Mourners HYMN 164. 7's Sf 6's. The Woman of Canaan. Matt. xv. 22 28 1 ORD, regard my earnest cry ; -L' A potsherd of the earth, A poor guilty worm, am I, A Canaanite by birth : Save me from this tyranny ; From all the power of Satan save ; Mercy, mercy upon me, Thou Son of David, have ! 2 To the sheep of Israel's fold Thou in thy flesh wast sent ; Yet the Gentiles now behold In thee their Covenant : See me then, with pity see, A sinner whom thou cam'st to save f Mercy, mercy upon me, Thou Son of David, have! 3 Still I cannot part with thee ! I will not let thee go : Mercy, mercy upon me, Thou Son of David, show ! Vilest of the sinful race, On thee, importunate, I call : Help me, Jesus, show thy grace ; Thy grace is free for all. 4 Nothing am I in thy sight ;