Wesley Corpus

In every place and age the same ? Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill, Or lost the virtue of thy name ? 4 Faith in thy changeless name I have ; The good, the kind Physician, thou Art able now our souls to save, Art willing to restore them now. Seeking for full Redemption. 379 5 Though seventeen hundred years are past Since thou didst in the flesh appear, Thy tender mercies ever last ; And still thy healing power is here ! 6 Wouldst thou the body's health restore, And not regard the sin-sick soul? The sin -sick soul thou lov'st much more, And surely thou shalt make it whole. 7 All my disease, my every sin, To thee, O Jesus, I confess : In pardon, Lord, my cure begin, And perfect it in holiness. 8 That token of thine utmost good Now, Saviour, now on me bestow ; And purge my conscience with thy blood, And wash my nature white as snow. HYMN 398. 7s. 1 CAVIOUR of the sin-sick soul, Give me faith to make me whole ! Finish thy great work of grace, Cut it short in righteousness. 2 Speak the second time, "Be clean !" Take away my inbred sin ; Every stumbling-block remove ; Cast it out by perfect love. 3 Nothing less will I require, Nothing more can I desire : None but Christ to me be given ! None but Christ in earth or heaven 4 O that I might now decrease ! O that all I am might cease ! Let me into nothing fall, Let my Lord be all in all ! oo) Seeking for full Redemption, HYMN 399. 7's. 1 IGHT of Life, seraphic fire, J- Love Divine, thyself impart ; Every fainting soul inspire ; Shine in every drooping heart ! Every mournful sinner cheer ; Scatter all our guilty gloom ; Son of God, appear, appear ! To thy human temples come. 2 Come, in this accepted hour ; Bring thy heavenly kingdom in ! Fill us with the glorious power, Rooting out the seeds of sin : Nothing more can we require, We will covet nothing less ; Be thou all our heart's desire, All our joy, and all our peace ! HYMN 400. 7's.