Wesley Corpus

Page 264 "Have I not thought upon thee, when I was waking?" Psalm lxiii. 7. My God, I wake to call thee mine, To think on all thy love, To taste the graciousness divine, And farther blessings prove; After thy likeness to wake up, And fly from earth away, And see the Lamb on Sion's top In that eternal day. "Because thou hast been my helper, therefore under the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice." Psalm lxiii. 8. Who loves me so well, my helper has been, And sav'd me from hell, and sav'd me from sin; His gracious protection I joyfully prove, His strength of affection, his fulness of love. Thee Jesus, I praise, who kindly hast spread The wings of thy grace to cover my head: Preserv'd by thy favour I gladly remove, My uttermost Saviour to thank thee above. "My soul hangeth upon thee, thy right hand hath upholden me." Psalm lxiii. 9. Hangs my new-born soul on thee, Weak as helpless infancy, Yet sustain'd by thy right hand, Firm on surest ground I stand: Faith may fail, I feel, and know, But thou wilt not let me go, Wilt not with thy purchase part, Wilt not lose me from thy heart. "Hide me!" Psalm lxiv. 2. The quiet solitary place For which I all my life have pin'd, The still, sequester'd wilderness O might I in thy presence find!