Wesley Corpus

The Christian savages remain ; Strangers, yea, enemies to God, They make thee spill thy blood in vain. 4 Thy people, Lord, are sold for nought ; Nor know they their Redeemer nigh ; They perish, whom thyself hast bought ; Their souls for lack of knowledge die. 5 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide, To swallow up its careless prey : Why should they die, when thou hast died : Hast died to bear their sins away ? 6 Why should the foe thy purchase seize ? Remember, Lord, thy dying groans : The meed of all thy sufferings these ; O claim them for thy ransom'd ones ! 7 Extend to these thy pardoning grace : To these be thy salvation show'd : O add them to thy chosen race ! O sprinkle all their hearts with blood ! 8 Still let the publicans draw near : Open the door of faith and heaven ; And grant their hearts thy word to hear, And witness all their sins forgiven. y4 Pray nig for a Blessing. HYMN 83. c. m. 1 HT^HOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes J- Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept the evening sacrifice, Which now to thee we give. 2 We bow before thy gracious throne, And think ourselves sincere ; But show us, Lord, is every one Thy real worshipper ? 3 Is here a soul that knows thee not, Nor feels his want of thee ? A stranger to the blood which bought His pardon on the tree ? 4 Convince him now of unbelief; His desperate state explain : And fill his heart with sacred grief, And penitential pain. 5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper rise ! And bid his guilty conscience dread The death that never dies. 6 Extort the cry, " What must be done To save a wretch like me ? How shall a trembling sinner shun That endless misery ? 7 " I must this instant now begin Out of my sleep to' awake ; And turn to God, and every sin Continually forsake : 8 " I must for faith incessant cry, And wrestle, Lord, with thee : I must be born again, or die To all eternity." Praying for a Blessing. oO HYMN 84 c. m.