Wesley Corpus

On all that hunger after thee ? I hunger now, I thirst for God ; See the poor fainting sinner, see, And satisfy with endless peace, And fill me with thy righteousness! Conv meed of Sin . I O J 4 Ah, Lord, if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray ; Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry ; Mark what my labouring soul would say ; Answer the deep, unutter'd groan, And show that thou and I are one. 5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom ! Light in thy light I then shall see ; Say to my soul, " Thy light is come ; Glory divine is risen on thee : Thy warfare's past; thy mourning's o'er: Look up, for thou shalt weep no more.,, 6 Lord, I believe the promise sure, And trust thou wilt not long delay : Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay ; Into thine hands my all resign, And wait till all thou art is mine. HYMN 135. c. m. 1 T ESU, if still thou art to-day *J As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy Name. 2 If still thou go'st about to do Thy needy creatures good, On me, that I thy praise may show, Be all thy wonders show'd. 3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat ; With pitying eyes behold me fall A leper at thy feet. 4 Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorr'd, I sink beneath my sin ; ' 2W For Mourners But, if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean. 5 Thou seest me deaf to thy command ; Open, O Lord, my ear : Bid me stretch out my wither'd hand, And lift it up in prayer. 6 Silent, (alas ! thou know'st how long,) My voice I cannot raise : But, O ! when thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumh shall sing thy praise. 7 Lame at the pool I still am found ; Give, and my strength employ : Light as a hart I then shall bound ; The lame shall leap for joy. 8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark 1 am within : The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin.