Wesley Corpus

This, only this, is all my plea : I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. 2 Happy they whose joys abound, Like Jordan's swelling stream, Who their heaven in Christ have found, And give the praise to him : Meanest follower of the Lamb, His steps I at a distance see ; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. Co n v in ced of Sin. 1 1 0 3 I, like Gideon's fleece, am found Unwater'd still, and dry, While the dew on all around Falls plenteous from the sky : Yet my Lord I cannot blame, The Saviour's grace for all is free ; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. Surely he will lift me up, For I of him have need ; I cannot give up my hope, Though I am cold and dead : To bring fire on earth he came ; O that it now might kindled be ! I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. Jesus, thou for me hast died, And thou in me wilt live ; I shall feel thy death applied, I shall thy life receive : Yet, when melted in the flame Of love, this shall be all my plea : I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. HYMN 116. 6-7' s. SAVIOUR, cast a pitying eye, Bid my sins and sorrows end : Whither should a sinner fly ? Art not thou the sinner's Friend ? Rest in thee I gasp to find, Wretched I, and poor, and blind. 116 For Mourners 2 Didst thou ever see a soul More in need of help than mine ? Then refuse to make me whole ; Then withhold the halm divine : But if I do want thee most, Come, and seek, and save the lost. 3 Haste, O haste, to my relief; From the iron furnace take ; Rid me of my sin and grief, For thy love and mercy's sake ; Set my heart at liherty, Show forth all thy power in me. 4 Me, the vilest of the race, Most unholy, most unclean ; Me, -- the farthest from thy face, Full of misery and sin ; Me with arms of love receive, Me, of sinners chief, forgive. 5 Jesus, on thine only name