Wesley Corpus

9 But thou, they say, art passing by : O let me find thee near ; Jesu, in mercy hear my cry, Thou Son of David, hear ! 10 Behold me waiting in the way For thee, the heavenly Light ; Command me to be brought, and say, " Sinner, receive thy sight ! ' HYMN 136. cm. 1 A7LTHILE dead in trespasses I lie, ' * Thy quickening Spirit give : Call me, thou Son of God, that I May hear thy voice, and live. 2 While, full of anguish and disease. My weak distemper'd soul Convinced of Sin I 33 Thy love compassionately sees, 0 let it make me whole ! 3 Cast out thy foes, and let them still To Jesu's Name submit : Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal, And place me at thy feet. 4 To Jesu's Name if all things now A trembling homage pay ; O let my stubborn spirit bow, My stiff-neck'd will obey ! 5 Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind, And sick, and poor 1 am ; But sure a remedy to find For all in Jesu's Name. 6 I know in thee all fulness dwells, And all for wretched man : Fill every want my spirit feels, And break off every chain ! 7 If thou impart thyself to me, No other good I need : If thou, the Son, shalt make me free, 1 shall be free indeed. 8 I cannot rest, till in thy blood I full redemption have : But thou, through whom I come to God, Canst to the utmost save. 9 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, Thou wilt redeem my soul : Lord, I believe, and not in vain ; My faith shall make me whole. 10 I too, with thee, shall walk in white ; With all thy saints shall prove, What is the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of perfect love. it)4 For Mourners HYMN 137. s. m. J A^THEN shall thy love constrain ' * And force me to thy breast ? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest ? 2 Ah ! what avails my strife, My wandering to and fro ? Thou hast the words of endless life Ah ! whither should I go ? 3 Thy condescending grace