Wesley Corpus

How merciful thou art : The secret of thy love reveal, And by thine hallowing Spirit dwell For ever in my heart ! HYMN 98. 7's & 6V 1 T TPRIGHT, both in heart and will, ^ We by our God were made ; But we turn'd from good to ill, And o'er the creature stray'd ; Multiplied our wandering thought, Which first was fix'd on God alone ; In ten thousand objects sought The bliss we lost in one. 2 From our own inventions vain Of fancied happiness, Draw us to thyself again, And bid our wanderings cease ; Jesus, speak our souls restored, By Love's divine simplicity ; Re-united to our Lord, And wholly lost in thee ! Praying for Repentance. 1 LEATHER of lights, from whom proceeds *■ Whate'er thy every creature needs ; Whose goodness, providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry ; To thee I look : my heart prepare ; Suggest, and hearken to my prayer. Praying for Repentance. && Since by thy light myself I see Naked, and poor, and void of thee, Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey, Preventing what my lips would say ; Thou see' st my wants, for help they call, And, ere I speak, thou know'st them all. Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind ; Thou know'st how unsubdued my will, Averse from good, and prone to ill ; Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor check 'd by fear, nor charm'd by love ! Fain would I know, as known by thee, And feel the indigence I see ; Fain would I all my vileness own, And deep beneath the burden groan ; Abhor the pride that lurks within, Detest and loathe myself and sin. Ah ! give me, Lord, myself to feel ; My total misery reveal : Ah ! give me, Lord, (I still would say,) A heart to mourn, a heart to pray : My business this, my only care, My life, my every breath, be prayer ! HYMN 100. d. l. m.