Wesley Corpus

THOU God unsearchable, unknown, Who still conceal'st thyself from me ; Hear an apostate spirit groan, Broke off, and banish 'd far from thee ; But conscious of my fall I mourn, And fain I would to thee return. Send forth one ray of heavenly light, Of gospel hope, of humble fear, To guide me through the gulf of night, My poor desponding soul to cheer, Till thou my unbelief remove, And show me all thy glorious love. l^o For Mourners 3 A hidden God indeed thou art : Thy absence I this moment feel : Yet must I own it from my heart, Conceal'd, thou art a Saviour still ; And though thy face I cannot see, I know thine eye is fix'd on me. 4 My Saviour thou, not yet reveal'd, Yet will I thee my Saviour call ; Adore thy hand, from sin withheld ; Thy hand shall save me from my fall : Now, Lord, throughout my darkness shine, And show thyself for ever mine. HYMN 131. l. m. 1 ORD, I despair myself to heal : J-^ I see my sin, but cannot feel ; I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, And bid the' obedient waters flow. 2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give ; Thy gifts I only can receive ; Here, then, to thee I all resign ; To draw, redeem, and seal, -- is thine. 3 With simple faith on thee I call, My Light, my Life, my Lord, my all : I wait the moving of the pool ; I wait the word that speaks me whole. 4 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, Make my infected nature pure : Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart ! HYMN 132. i.. m. 1 TESUS, the Sinner's Friend, to thee, *J Lost and undone, for aid I flee, Weary of earth, myself, and sin ; Open thine arms, and take me in ! Convinced of Sin. 129 2 Pity, and heal my sin -sick soul ; 'Tis thou alone canst make me whole : Fallen, till in me thine image shine, And cursed I am, till thou art mine. 3 Awake, the Woman's conquering Seed, Awake, and bruise the serpent's head ! Tread down thy foes, with power control The beast and devil in my soul.