Wesley Corpus

To me did freely move ; It calls me still to seek thy face, And stoops to ask my love. 4 Lord, at thy feet I fall ; I groan to be set free ; I fain would now obey the call, And give up all for thee. 5 To rescue me from woe, Thou didst with all things part ; Didst lead a suffering life below, To gain my worthless heart. 6 My worthless heart to gain, The God of all that breathe Was found in fashion as a man, And died a cursed death. 7 And can I yet delay My little all to give ? To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive ? 8 Nay, but I yield, I yield ; 1 can hold out no more : 1 sink, by dying love compell'd, And own thee conqueror. Convinced of Sin. loO 9 Though late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign ; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine ! 10 Come, and possess me whole ; Nor hence again remove : Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love. 11 My one desire be this, Thy only love to know ; To seek and taste no other bliss, No other good below. 12 My Life, my Portion thou, Thou all-sufficient art ; My Hope, my heavenly Treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart. HYMN 138. cm. 1 /~\ THAT thou would'st the heavens rent, ^^ In majesty come down ; Stretch out thine arm omnipotent, And seize me for thine own ! 2 Descend, and let thy lightning burn The stubble of thy foe ; My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn, And make the mountains flow ! 3 Thou my impetuous spirit guide, And curb my headstrong will ; Thou only canst drive back the tide, And bid the sun stand still. 4 What though I cannot break mv chain, Or e'er throw oft' my load ? The things impossible to men, Are possible to God. *-o() r,,r Mourners 5 Is there a thing too hard for thee, Almighty Lord of all ; Whose threatening looks dry up the sea, And make the mountains fall ? 6 Who, who shall in thy presence stand, And match Omnipotence ? Ungrasp the hold of thy right hand, Or pluck the sinner thence ?