Wesley Corpus

And all my sickness cure. 7 Perfect, then, the work begun, And make the sinner whole ; All thy will on me be done, My body, spirit, soul : Convinced of Sin. Wo Still preserve me safe from harms, And kindly for thy patient care ; Take me, Jesus, to thine arms, And keep me ever there. OTHOU, whom fain my soul would love, Whom I would gladly die to know ; This veil of unbelief remove, And show me, all thy goodness show : Jesus, thyself in me reveal, Tell me thy name, thy nature tell. Hast thou, been with me, Lord, so long, Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known ? I claim thee with a faltering tongue ; I pray thee, in a feeble groan, Tell me, O tell me, who thou art, And speak thy name into my heart ! If now thou talkest by the way With such an abject worm as me, Thy mystery of grace display ; Open mine eyes that I may see ; That I may understand thy word, And now cry out, -- " It is the Lord ! " 1 TESUS, in whom the weary find ** Their late, but permanent repose, Physician of the sin-sick mind, Relieve my wants, assuage my woes; And let my soul on thee be cast, Till life's fierce tyranny be past. 114 For Mourners 2 Loosed from my God, and far removed, Long have 1 wander' d to and fro ; O'er earth in endless circles roved, Nor found whereon to rest below : Back to my God at last I fly, For O, the waters still are high ! 3 Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze, The things of earth, for thee I leave : Put forth thy hand, thy hand of grace ; Into the ark of love receive ! Take this poor fluttering soul to rest, And lodge it, Saviour, in thy breast ! 4 Fill with inviolable peace, 'Stablish and keep my settled heart ; In thee may all my wanderings cease, From thee no more may 1 depart ; Thy utmost goodness call'd to prove, Loved with an everlasting love ! HYMN 115. jr'«£6'f. 1 T ET the world their virtue boast, J-- ' Their works of righteousness ; I, a wretch undone and lost, Am freely saved by grace : Other title I disclaim ;