Wesley Corpus

Endue my soul with thee ; Let thine image be restored, Thy name and nature let me prove ; With thy fulness fill me, Lord, And perfect me in love. HYMN 110. 7's8f6's. 1 TESUS, Friend of sinners, hear, *J Yet once again I pray : From my debt of sin set clear, For I have nought to pay : Speak, O speak, the kind release, A poor backsliding soul restore ; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more. 2 For my selfishness and pride, Thou hast withdrawn thy grace ; Left me long to wander wide, An outcast from thy face ; But I now my sins confess, And mercy, mercy, I implore ; Love, &c. 3 Though my sins as mountains rise, And swell and reach to heaven, Mercy is above the skies, I mav be still forgiven : Infinite my sins' increase, But greater is thy mercy's store : Love, &c. 4 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread A hardness o'er my heart ; But if thou thy Spirit shed, The stony shall depart : 11U For Mourners Shed thy love, thy tenderness, And let me feel thy softening power ; Love, &c 5 From the' oppressive power of sin My struggling* spirit free ; Perfect righteousness bring in, Unspotted purity : Speak, and all this war shall cease, And sin shall give its raging o'er ; Love, &c. 6 For this only thing I pray, And this will I require, Take the power of sin away, Fill me with chaste desire ; Perfect me in holiness ; Thine image to my soul restore ; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more. * HYMN 111. l. m. 1 HPHUS saith the Lord ! Who seek the Lamb, A Who follow after righteousness ; Look to the Rock from whence ye came, The Father of the faithful race. 2 Children of faithful Abraham, these, Who dare expect salvation here : The Lord shall give them gospel peace, And all his hopeless mourners cheer : 3 Shall soon his fallen Sion raise, Her waste and desolate places build ; Pour out the Spirit of his grace, And make her wilds a fruitful field. 4 The barren souls shall be restored ; The desert all renew'd shall rise ; Bloom as the garden of the Lord, A fair terrestrial paradise.