Wesley Corpus

Psalm 130 Source: Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740), Part I Author: Charles Wesley (attributed) --- My spirit mourns, by thee forgot, And droops my heart, where thou art not: My soul is all an aking void, And pines, and thirsts, and gasps for God. The pain of absence still I prove, Sick of desire, but not of love: Weary of life, I ever groan, I long to lay the burthen down. ’Tis burthen all, and pain, and strife: O give me love, and take my life! Jesu, my only want supply, O let me taste thy love, and die! Psalm CXXX.33 Out of the depth of self-despair To thee, O Lord, I cry; My misery mark, attend my prayer, And bring salvation nigh. Death’s sentence in myself I feel, Beneath thy wrath I faint; O let thine ear consider well The voice of my complaint. 33This psalm was omitted from 4th edn. (1743) and following, because it was moved to CPH (1743), 20. If thou art rig’rously severe, Who may the test abide? Where shall the man of sin appear, Or how be justified? But O! Forgiveness is with thee, That sinners may adore, With filial fear thy goodness see, And never grieve thee more. I look to see his lovely face, I wait to meet my Lord, My longing soul expects his grace, And rests upon his word. My soul, while still to him it flies, Prevents the morning ray; O that his mercy’s beams would rise, And bring the gospel-day! Ye faithful souls, confide in God, Mercy with him remains, Plenteous redemption in his blood, To wash out all your stains. His Israel himself shall clear, From all their sins redeem: The LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS is near, And we are just in him.