Wesley Corpus

Saviour, I thank thee for the grace, The gift unspeakable, And wait, with arms of faith t' embrace, And all thy love to feel. My soul breaks out in strong desire The perfect bliss to prove, My longing soul is all on fire To be dissolv'd in love. Give me thyself, from every boast, From every wish set free: Let all I am in thee be lost, But give thyself to me. Thy gifts, alas! Cannot suffice, Unless thyself be given, Thy presence makes my paradise, And where thou art is heaven. The Woman of Canaan. Matthew xv. 22, c. Lord, regard my earnest cry, 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. Still thou answerest not a word To my repeated prayer; Hear thy75 own disciples, Lord, Who in my sorrows share, O let them prevail with thee To grant the blessing which I crave: Mercy, mercy upon me Thou Son of David have.76 75"Thy" changed to "thine" in 2nd edn. (1745) and following. 76Ori., ends this and next two stanzas: "Mercy, mercy, c." Page 97 Send, O send me now away, By granting my request, Still I follow thee, and pray, And will not let thee rest, Ever crying after thee, Till thou my helplesness relieve, Mercy, mercy upon me Thou Son of David have. To the sheep of Israel's fold Thou in thy flesh wast sent, But the Gentiles now behold In thee their covenant. See me then, with pity see, A sinner, whom thou cam'st to save; Mercy, mercy upon me Thou Son of David have. Still to thee, my God, I come, And mercy I implore, Thee (but how shall I presume) Thee trembling I adore, Dare not stand before thy face, But lowly at thy feet I fall, Help me, Jesu, shew thy grace! Thy grace is free for all. Still I cannot part with thee, I will not let thee go, Mercy, mercy unto me, O Son of David shew, Vilest of the sinful race, On thee importunate I call, Help me, Jesu, shew thy grace, Thy grace is free for all.