Wesley Corpus

Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me out of thee : Searcher of Hearts, in mine Thy trying power display ; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away. 4 I now helieve, in thee Compassion reigns alone ; According to my faith, to me 0 let it, Lord, he done ! In me is all the bar, Which thou would' st fain remove ; Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only Love. HYMN 153. s.m. 1 T O ! in thy hand I lay, ■*--* And wait thy will to prove ; My Potter, stamp on me, thy clay, Thy only stamp of love ! Be this my whole desire ; 1 know that it is thine ; Then kindle in my soul a fire, Which shall for ever shine. 2 Thy gracious readiness To save mankind assert ; Thy image, love -- thy name impress, Thy nature on my heart. Bowels of mercy, hear ! Into my soul come down ! Let it throughout my life appear, That I have Christ put on. 3 O plant in me thy mind ; O fix in me thy home ; So shall I cry to all mankind, Come, to the waters come ! Convinced of Sin. lol Jesus is full of grace ; To all his bowels move ; Behold in me, ye fallen race, That God is only Love. 1 T^AIN would I leave the world below, -*- Of pain and sin the dark abode ; Where shadowy joy, or solid woe, Allures, or tears me from my God ! Doubtful and insecure of bliss, Since faith alone confirms me his. 2 Till then, to sorrow born, I sigh, And gasp, and languish after home ! Upward I send my streaming eye, Expecting, till the Bridegroom come : Come quickly, Lord ! thy own receive ; Now let me see thy face, and live. 3 Absent from thee, my exiled soul Deep in a fleshly dungeon groans : Around me clouds of darkness roll, And labouring silence speaks my moans : Come quickly, Lord ! thy face display, And look my darkness into day. 4 Sorrow, and sin, and death are o'er, If thou reverse the creature's doom ; Sad Rachel weeps her loss no more,