Wesley Corpus

Page 27 24 Before I at his bar appear, Thence into outer-darkness thrust, The judge of all the earth I clear Jesus, the merciful, and just. 25 By my own hands, not his, I fall, The hellish doctrine I disprove; Sinners, his grace is free for all; Tho' I am damn'd, yet God is love! Saviour, and friend of sinners, see The most rebellious of thy foes, If grace, unbounded grace, from thee In streams of endless pity flows, O let it now my soul embrace, Ore'whelm me now with pard'ning grace. Hear, Jesu, hear my dying call, Me in a way of mercy meet: Self-loathing, self-condemn'd I fall A sinner at my Saviour's feet, Unless thou cast a pitying eye, The sinner at thy feet must die. I own my punishment is just, If now thou drive me from thy face, Down into outer-darkness thrust, And quite exclude me from thy grace, And leave me to my fearful doom: I now am ripe for wrath to come. I know my soul is foul as hell, The hottest hell my deeds require, There only am I fit to dwell With fiends in everlasting fire: But why, Redeemer, didst thou die? O let thy bowels answer why!