Wesley Corpus

7 I do the thing thy laws enjoin, And then the strife give o'er ; To thee I then the whole resign ; 1 trust in means no more. 8 I trust in Him, who stands between The Father's wrath and me ; Jesu, thou great eternal Mean, I look for all from thee ! HYMN 93. s. m. 1 IV/f Y gracious, loving Lord, IV A Xo thee what shall I say ? Well may I tremble at thy word, And scarce presume to pray Ten thousand wants have I ; Alas ! I all things want; .But thou hast bid me always cry, And never, never faint. Describing Formal Religion. &o Yet, Lord, well might I fear, Fear even to ask thy grace ; So oft have I, alas ! drawn near, And mock'd thee to thy face : With all pollutions stain'd, Thy hallow' d courts I trod : Thy name and temple I profaned, And dared to call thee God ! 3 Nigh with my lips I drew ; My lips were all unclean : Thee with my heart I never knew ; My heart was full of sin : Far from the living Lord, As far as hell from heaven, Thy purity I still abhorr'd, Nor look'd to be forgiven. 4 My nature I obey'd : My own desires pursued ; And still a den of thieves I made The hallow'd house of God. The worship he approves To him 1 would not pay : My selfish ends, and creature-loves, Had stole my heart away. 5 My sin and nakedness I studied to disguise, Spoke to my soul a flattering peace, And put out my own eyes : In fig-leaves I appear'd, Nor with my form would part ; But still retain'd a conscience sear'd, A hard, deceitful heart. 6 A goodly, formal saint I long appear'd in sight : By self and Satan taught to paint My tomb, my nature, white. J4 Describing Formal Religion. The Pharisee within Still undisturb'd remained ; The strong man, ann'd with guilt of sin, Safe in his palace reign'd. 7 But O ! the jealous God In my behalf came down ; Jesus himself the stronger show'd, And claim'd me for his own. My spirit he alarm'd, And brought into distress ; He shook and bound the strong man arm'd, In his self-righteousness. 8 Faded my virtuous show,