Wesley Corpus

4 It cost thy blood my heart to win, To buy me from the power of sin, And make me love again : Come, then, my Loid, thy right assert Take to thyself my ransom'd heart ; Nor bleed, nor die in vain. Convin ced of Sin. 1 45 HYMN 147. 8's §• 6's. 1 /^V Love Divine, how sweet thou art ! ^-^ When shall I find my willing heart All taken up hy thee ? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming Love, The love of Christ to me ! 2 Stronger his love than death or hell ; Its riches are unsearchable : The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see ; They cannot reach the mystery, The length, and breadth, and height 3 God only knows the love of God : O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart ! For love I sigh, for love I pine : This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part ! 4 O that I could for ever sit With Mary at the Master's feet ! Be this my happy choice : My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice ! 1 T^ATHER of Jesus Christ, the Just, -*- My Friend and Advocate with thee, Pity a soul that fain would trust In him who lived and died for me : But only thou canst make him known, And in my heart reveal thy Son. i 4b For Mourners 2 If, drawn by tbine alluring grace, My want of living faitb I feel, Show me in Christ thy smiling face ; What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal, Thy co-eternal Son, display, And call my darkness into day. 3 The gift unspeakable impart ; Command the light of faith to shine ; To shine in my dark, drooping heart, And fill me with the life divine : Now bid the new creation be ; O God, let there be faith in me ! * HYMN 149. l. m. 1 r I ^HUS saith the Lord, -- 'tis God commands, A Workers with God, the charge obey, Remove whate'er his work withstands, Prepare, prepare his people's way. Lift up, for all mankind to see,