Wesley Corpus

6 The bondage of corruption break ; For this our spirits groan ; Thy only will we fain would seek, O save us from our own ! 7 Turn the full stream of nature's tide ; Let all our actions tend To thee their Source : thy love the guide, Thy glory be the end. 8 Earth then a scale to heaven shall be ; Sense shall point out the road ; The creatures all shall lead to thee, And all we taste be God. HYMN 109. 7's Sf 6's. 1 \1TRETCHED, helpless, and distrest, ▼ ▼ Ah ! whither shall I fly ? Ever gasping after rest, I cannot find it nigh : Naked, sick, and poor, and blind, Fast bound in sin and misery, Friend of sinners, let me find My help, my all, in thee ! 2 I am all unclean, unclean, Thy purity I want ; My whole heart is sick of sin, And my whole head is faint : ■IaJo For Mourners Full of putrefying- sores, Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul Looks to Jesus, help implores, And gasps to be made whole. 3 In the wilderness I stray, My foolish heart is blind ; Nothing do I know ; the way Of peace I cannot find : Jesu, Lord, restore my sight, And take, O take the veil away ; Turn my darkness into light, My midnight into day. 4 Naked of thine image, Lord, Forsaken, and alone, Unrenew'd, and unrestored, I have not thee put on : Over me thy mantle spread, Send down thy likeness from above ; Let thy goodness be display 'd, And wrap me in thy love. 5 Poor, alas ! thou know'st I am, And would be poorer still ; See my nakedness and shame, And all my vileness feel : No good thing in me resides, My soul is all an aching void, Till thy Spirit here abides, And I am fill'd with God. 6 Jesus, full of truth and grace, In thee is all I want ; Be the wanderer's resting-place, A cordial to the faint ; Make me rich, for I am poor ; In thee may I my Eden find ; To the dying health restore, And eye-sight to the blind ! Convinced of Sin. 109 7 Clothe me with thy holiness, Thy meek humility ; Put on me my glorious dress,