Wesley Corpus

1 ^VUT of the deep I cry, ^-^ Just at the point to die : Hastening to infernal pain, Jesus, Lord, I cry to thee ; Help a feeble child of man ; Show forth all thy power in me. 2 On thee I ever call, Saviour and Friend of all ; Well thou know'st my desperate case ; Thou my curse and sin remove ; Save me by thy richest grace, Save me by thy pardoning love. 3 How shall a sinner find The Saviour of mankind ? Canst thou not accept my prayer ? Not bestow the grace I claim ? Where are thy old mercies ? Where All the powers of Jesu's Name ? 4 What shall I say to move The bowels of thy love ? Are they not already stirr'd ? Have I in thy death no part ? Ask thy own compassions, Lord ! Ask the yearnings of thy heart 5 I will not let thee go, Till I thy mercy know : Conv in ced of Sin . 149 Let me hear the welcome sound ! Speak, if still thou canst forgive ; Speak, and let the lost he found ; Speak, and let the dying live. 6 Thy love is all my plea ; Thy passion speaks for me : By thy pangs and bloody sweat, By thy depth of grief unknown, Save me, gasping at thy feet ; Save, O save, thy ransom' d one ! 7 What hast thou done for me ! O, think on Calvary ! By thy mortal groans and sighs, By thy precious death, I pray, Hear my dying spirit's cries, Take, O take my sins away ! HYMN 152. s. m. 1 AH! whither should I go, -^*- Burden'd, and sick, and faint ; To whom should I my troubles show, And pour out my complaint ? My Saviour bids me come ; Ah ! why do I delay ? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stay ! 2 What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part ? Which will not let my Saviour take Possession of my heart ? Some curbed thing unknown Must surely lurk within ; Some idol, which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin. 3 Jesus, the hind'rance show, Which I have fear'd to see ; lOU For Mourners