Wesley Corpus

Page 79 My burthen of pain With meekness sustain, And never revolt, or provoke thee again. Meer mercies they are The judgments I bear, If sav'd from the gulph of eternal despair: All thanks be to thee, In my end if there be Any hope of acceptance, or pardon for me. In patient distress My soul I possess, 'Till life and affliction together shall cease; 'Till the anguish and smart Hath broken my heart, And the mourner is suffer'd in peace to depart. 'Till then I forego All comfort below, And no other companion but sorrow will know: My companion and guide With me shall abide And only in death shall be torn from my side. A stranger to hope I the measure fill up, And drink the last dregs of the penitent cup. In trouble's excess My wishes suppress, My pining desires of a speedy release. If such be my doom, To suffer I come, To suffer an age within sight of a tomb, To continue in fear, With comfort so near, And live out the days of my punishment here. Page 80 Accepting my pain, I no longer complain, But wait, 'till at last I the haven obtain; 'Till the storms are all o'er, And afflicted no more On a plank of the ship I escape to the shore. Penitential Hymns. Hymn V. O Jesus, the rest Of spirits distrest, Receive a lost sinner that flies to thy breast: Long tost on a sea Of trouble, I flee To find an asylum, and pardon in thee. Heavy laden with sin For years I have been, And harass'd to death with the tempest within: The cause I confess Of my outward distress, And feel that in sin I can never have peace. Compell'd tho' I am To call on thy name, Yet give me not up to my sorrow and shame, To the evil I fear, The punishment near, The righteous reward of my wickedness here. With penitent sighs I lift up mine eyes, And groan for an answer of peace from the skies: Page 81 This aching and smart, I know, shall depart, If the Lamb will but sprinkle his blood on my heart.