Wesley Corpus

Vouchsafe me now the victory : Weakness itself thou know'st I am, And cannot share the praise with thee. 4 Because I now can nothing do, Jesus, do all the work alone ; And bring my soul triumphant through, To wave its palm before thy throne. 5 Great God, unknown, invisible, Appear, my confidence to' abase ; To make me all my vileness feel, And blush at my own righteousness. 6 Thy glorious face in Christ display, That, silenced by thy mercy's power, My mouth I in the dust may lay, And never boast or murmur more. HYMN 127. l. m. 1 W HEREWITH, O God, shall I draw near, ' ^ And bow myself before thy face ? How in thy purer eyes appear ? What shall I bring to gain thy grace ? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord Most High ? Will multiplied oblations please ? Thousands of rams his favour buy, Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease ? 3 Can these avert the wrath of God ? Can these wash out my guilty stain ? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood, Alas ! they all must flow in vain. Convinced of Sin. 1.25 4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve, Must take the path thy word hath show'd ; Justice pursue, and mercy love, And humbly walk by faith with God. 5 But though my life henceforth be thine, Present for past can ne'er atone : Though I to thee the whole resign, I only give thee back thine own. 6 What have I then wherein to trust ? I nothing have, I nothing am ; Excluded is my every boast, My glory swallow' d up in shame. 7 Guilty I stand before thy face ; On me I feel thy wrath abide ; 'Tis just the sentence should take place ; 'Tis just ; -- but, O, thy Son hath died ! 8 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled ; He bore our sins upon the tree ; Beneath our curse he bow'd his head ; 'Tis finish' d ! he hath died for me ! 9 See where before the throne he stands, And pours the all -prevailing prayer ! Points to his side, and lifts his hands, And shows that I am graven there ! 10 He ever lives for me to pray ;