Wesley Corpus

For me, I now believe he died! He made my every crime his own, Fully for me he satisfied: Father, well pleased behold thy Son! See where before the throne he stands, And pours the all-prevailing prayer, Points to his side, and lifts his hands, And shews that I am graven there. He ever lives for me to pray; He prays, that I with him may reign: Amen to what my Lord doth say! Jesu, thou canst not pray in vain. Page 91 Part II. Redemption Found. From the German.40 Now I have found the ground, wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain, The wounds of Jesus, for my sin Before the world's foundation slain: Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, When heaven and earth are fled away. Father, thy everlasting grace Our scanty thought surpasses far: Thy heart still melts with tenderness, Thy arms of love still open are Returning sinners to receive, That mercy they may taste, and live. 40Source: Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf, ed. Das Gesang-Buch der Gemeine in Herrn-Huth (Halle: Wäysenhaus, 1737), 249-50 (255, by Johann Andreas Rothe). Page 92 O love, thou bottomless abyss! My sins are swallow'd up in thee: Cover'd is my unrighteousness, Nor spot of guilt remains in me, While Jesu's blood, thro' earth and skies, Mercy, free, boundless mercy cries! With faith I plunge me in this sea; Here is my hope, my joy, my rest! Hither, when hell assails, I flee, I look into my Saviour's breast! Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear! Mercy is all that's written there. Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head, Tho' strength, and health, and friends be gone, Tho' joys be wither'd all, and dead, Tho' every comfort be withdrawn, On this my stedfast soul relies, Father, thy mercy never dies. Fix'd on this ground will I remain, Tho' my heart fail, and flesh decay: This anchor shall my soul sustain, When earth's foundations melt away; Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlasting love. Page 93 From the Same German.41 Holy Lamb, who thee receive, Who in thee begin to live, Day and night they cry to thee, As thou art, so let us be. Jesu, see my panting breast! See, I pant, in thee to rest! Gladly would I now be clean! Cleanse me now from every sin.