Wesley Corpus

I have lost the life divine, And when this outward breath To the giver I resign, Must die the second death. Naked, helpless, stript of God, And at the latest gasp I lie: Who beholds me in my blood, And saves me e'er I die? Lo! The priest comes down in vain, And sees my sad distress, Sees the state of fallen man, But cannot give me ease: Patriarchs and prophets old Observe my wretched, desp'rate case, Me expiring they behold, But leave me as I was. 78Ori., "Samaritian"; corrected in errata. 79Ori., "woes"; corrected in errata. Page 102 Lo! The Levite me espies, And stops to view my grief, Looks on me, and bids me rise, But offers no relief: All my wounds he open tears, And searches them, alas! In vain, Fill'd with anguish, griefs, and fears, He leaves me in my pain. O thou Good Samaritan, In thee is all my hope, Only thou canst succour man, And raise the fallen up: Hearken to my dying cry, My wounds compassionately see, Me a sinner pass not by Who gasp for help to thee. Still thou journey'st where I am, And still thy bowels move, Pity is with thee the same, And all thy heart is love: Stoop, to a poor sinner stoop, And let thy healing grace abound, Heal my bruises, and bind up My spirit's every wound. Saviour of my soul draw nigh, In mercy haste to me, At the point of death I lie, And cannot come to thee: Now thy kind relief afford, The wine and oil of grace pour in, Good Physician, speak the word, And heal my soul of sin. Pity to my dying cries Hath drawn thee from above, Hovering over me with eyes Of tenderness and love: Page 103 Now, ev'n now I see thy face, The balm of Gilead I receive, Thou hast sav'd me by thy grace, And bad the sinner live. Surely now the bitterness Of second death is past: O my life, my righteousness On thee my soul is cast; Thou hast brought me to thine inn, And I am of thy promise sure, Thou shalt cleanse me from all sin; And all my sickness cure.