Wesley Corpus

4 The mansion for thyself prepare ; Dispose my heart by entering there ! 'Tis this alone can make me clean ; 'Tis this alone can cast out sin. 5 At last I own it cannot be That I should fit myself for thee : Here then to thee I all resign ; Thine is the work, and only thine. 6 What shall I say thy grace to move ? Lord, I am sin, -- but thou art love : I give up every plea beside, " Lord, I am damn'd, but thou hast died." HYMN 133 l. m. 1 TESU, whose glory's streaming rays, «J Though duteous to thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face, But veil'd before thy presence stand ! 2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh* d down With sin, and dim with error's night, Dare to behold thy awful throne, Or view thy unapproached light ? 3 Restore my sight : let thy free grace An entrance to the holiest give ! Uv For Mourners Open mine eyes of faith : -- thy face So shall I see ; yet seeing live. 4 Thy golden sceptre from above Reach forth ; lo ! my whole heart I how ; Say to my soul, " Thou art my love ; My chosen 'midst ten thousand, thou." 5 O Jesus, full of grace ! the sighs Of a sick heart with pity view ! Hark ! how my silence speaks, and cries, " Mercy, thou God of mercy, show ! " 6 I know thou canst not hut be good ! How should'st thou, Lord, thy grace restrain ? Thou, Lord, whose blood so freely flow'd, To save me from all guilt and pain. HYMN 134. 6S's, 1 TESUS, if still the same thou art, J If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor : To me be all thy treasures given, The kingdom of an inward heaven. 2 Thou hast pronounced the mourners blest, ; And, lo ! for thee I ever mourn : J cannot, -- no, I will not rest, Till thou, my only Rest, return ; Till thou, the Prince of Peace, appear, And I receive the Comforter. 3 Where is the blessedness, bestow'd