Wesley Corpus

The standard of their dying God, And point them to the shameful tree, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood. 2 The Lord hath glorified his grace ; Throughout the earth proclaim his Son : Say ye to all the sinful race, He died for all your sins to' atone. Sion, thy suffering God behold, Thy Saviour and Salvation too ; He comes, he comes, so long foretold, Clothed in a vest of bloody hue. 3 Himself prepares his people's hearts, Breaks and binds up, and wounds and heals ; A mystic death and life imparts, Empties the full, the emptied fills : He fills whom first he hath prepared ; With him the perfect grace is given , Convinced of Sin. 14/ Himself is here their great reward, Their future and their present heaven. HYMN 150. c. m. 1 rT,HOU hidden God, for whom I groan, A Till thou thyself declare, God inaccessible, unknown ; Regard a sinner's prayer ! A sinner weltering in his blood, Unpurged and unforgiven ; Far distant from the living God, As far as hell from heaven. 2 An unregenerate child of man, To thee for faith I call ; Pity thy fallen creature's pain, And raise me from my fall. The darkness, which through thee I feel, Thou only canst remove ; Thy own eternal power reveal, Thy Deity of love. 3 Thou hast in unbelief shut up, That grace may let me go ; In hope believing against hope, I wait the truth to know. Thou wilt in me reveal thy name, Thou wilt thy light afford : Bound and oppress'd, yet thine I am, The prisoner of the Lord. 4 I would not to thy foe submit ; I hate the tyrant's chain ; Send forth the prisoner from the pit, Nor let me cry in vain ! Show me the blood that bought my peace, The covenant blood apply, And all my griefs at once shall cease, And all my sins shall die. 1 4o For Mourners 5 Now, Lord, if thou art power, descend ; The mountain sin remove ; My unbelief and troubles end, If thou art Truth and Love : Speak, Jesu, speak into my heart What thou for me hast done ; One grain of living faith impart, And God is all my own ! HYMN 151. 6's £ 7's.