Wesley Corpus

If thou, the God, the Saviour come ; Of thee possess'd, in thee we prove The light, the life, the heaven of love. HYMN 155. l. m. GOD of my life, what just return Can sinful dust and ashes give ! I only live my sin to mourn ; To love my God I only live. 152 For Mourners 2 To thee, benign and saving Power, I consecrate my lengthen' d clays ; While, mark'd with blessings, every hour Shall speak thy co-extended praise. 3 Be all my added life employ'd Thine image in my soul to see : Fill with thyself the mighty void : Enlarge my heart to compass thee. 4 O give me, Saviour, give me more : Thy mercies to my soul reveal : Alas ! I see their endless store ; But, O ! I cannot, cannot feel. 5 The blessing of thy love bestow : For this my cries shall never fail ; Wrestling, I will not let thee go, I will not, till my suit prevail. 6 I '11 weary thee with my complaint ; Here at thy feet for ever lie, With longing, sick ; with groaning, faint : O give me love, or else I die ! 7 Come then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord, And fix in me thy lasting home : Be mindful of thy gracious word ; Thou, with thy promised Father, come. 8 Prepare, and then possess, my heart ; O take me, seize me from above ; Thee may I love ; for God thou art ; Thee may I feel ; for God is Love. Co n v in ced of Sin . 1 OO HYMN 156. 6-J's. O DISCLOSE thy lovely face ; Quicken all my drooping; pow< Quicken all my drooping powers : Gasps my fainting soul for grace, As a thirsty land for showers : Haste, my Lord, no more delay, Come, my Saviour, come away. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by thee : Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see ; Till thou inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief ; Fill me, Radiancy Divine ; Scatter all my unbelief: More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. HYMN 157. l. m.