Wesley Corpus

Convinced of Sin. Ill 5 Gladness and joy shall there be found, Thanksgiving, and the voice of praise ; The voice of melody shall sound, And every heart be fhTd with grace. 6 A law shall soon from him proceed, A living, life-infusing Word ; The truth that makes you free indeed, The' eternal Spirit of your Lord. 7 His mercy he will cause to rest, Where all may see their sins forgiven ; May rise, no more by guilt opprest, And bless the light that leads to heaven. HYMN 112. Ts Sf 6's. The Good Samaritan. Luke x. 30. 1 AylTOE is me ! what tongue can tell * * My sad afflicted state ! Who my anguish can reveal, Or all my woes relate ! Fallen among thieves I am, And they have robb'd me of my God ; Turn'd my glory into shame, And left me in my blood. 2 O thou good Samaritan ! In thee is all my hope ; Only thou canst succour man, And raise the fallen up : Hearken to my dying cry ; My wounds compassionately see ; Me, a sinner, pass not by, Who gasp for help to thee. 3 Still thou journey'st where I am, And still thy bowels move : 11^ For Mourners Pity is with thee the same, And all thy heart is love : Stoop to a poor sinner, stoop, And let thy healing grace abound ; Heal my bruises, and bind up My spirit's every wound. 4 Saviour of my soul, draw nigh, In mercy haste to me ; At the point of death I lie, And cannot come to thee ; Now thy kind relief afford, The wine and oil of grace pour in ; Good Physician, speak the word, And heal my soul of sin. 5 Pity to my dying cries Hath drawn thee from above ; Hovering over me, with eyes Of tenderness and love, Now, ev'n now, I see thy face ; The balm of Gilead I receive : Thou hast saved me by thy grace, And bade the sinner live. 6 Surely now the bitterness Of second death is past ; O my life, my righteousness ! On thee my soul is cast : Thou hast brought me to thine inn, And I am of thy promise sure ; Thou shalt cleanse me from all sin,