Wesley Corpus

And hrings his wanderer home : And every soul that sheep might be : Come then, my Lord, and gather me, My Jesus, quickly come. 9 Take me into thy people's rest ; O come, and with my sole request, My one desire, comply : Make me partaker of my hope ; Then bid me get me quickly up, And on thy bosom die. HYMN 145. 8's8f6's. 1 r\ JESUS, let me bless thy Name ! ^^ All sin, alas ! thou know'st I am, But thou all pity art : Turn into flesh my heart of stone ; Such power belongs to thee alone ; Turn into flesh my heart. 2 A poor, unloving wretch, to thee For help against myself I flee ! Thou only canst remove The hindrances out of the way, And soften my unyielding clay, And mould it into love. 3 O let thy Spirit shed abroad The love, the perfect love of God, In this cold heart of mine : O might he now descend, and rest, And dwell for ever in my breast, And make it all divine. 4 What shall I do my suit to gain ? O Lamb of God, for sinners slain, I plead what thou hast done " 144 For Mourners Didst thou not die the death for me ? Jesus, remember Calvary, And break my heart of stone. 5 Take the dear purchase of thy blood. My Friend and Advocate with God, My Ransom and my Peace ; Surety, who all my debt hast paid, For all my sins atonement made, The Lord my Righteousness. HYMN 146. 8*s8r6's. 1 OTILL, Lord, I languish for thy grace ; ^ Reveal the beauties of thy face, The middle wall remove : Appear, and banish my complaint ; Come, and supply my only want, Fill all my soul with love ! 2 O ! conquer this rebellious will : Willing thou art, and ready still, Thy help is always nigh : The stony from my heart remove, And give me, Lord, O give me love, Or at thy feet I die. 3 To thee I lift my mournful eye : Why am I thus ? -- O, tell me why I cannot love my God ? The hindrance must be all in me ; It cannot in my Saviour be ; Witness that streaming blood !