Wesley Corpus

1 A /FY sufferings all to thee are known, iy±. Tempted in every point like me ; Regard my grief, regard thy own ; Jesus, remember Calvary ! 2 O call to mind thy earnest prayers, Thy agony, and sweat of blood, Thy strong and bitter cries and tears. Thy mortal groan, " My God ! my God ! " 3 For whom didst thou the cross endure ? Who nail'd thy body to the tree ? Did not thy death my life procure ? O let thy bowels answer me ! 1 54- For Mourners 4 Art thou not toueh'd with human woe ? Hath pity left the Son of Man ? Dost thou not all my sorrows know, And claim a share in all my pain ? 5 Have I not heard, have I not known, That thou, the everlasting Lord, Whom heaven and earth their Maker own, Art always faithful to thy word ? 6 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed, Or quench the smallest spark of grace, Till through the soul thy power is spread, Thy all-victorious righteousness. 7 The day of small and feeble things I know thou never wilt despise ; I know, with healing in his wings, The Sun of Righteousness shall rise. 8 With labour faint, thou wilt not fail, Or, wearied, give the sinner o'er, Till in this earth thy judgments dwell, And, born of God, I sin no more. 1 r\ MY God, what must I do ? ^^ Thou alone the way canst show Thou canst save me in this hour ; I have neither will nor power : God if over all thou art, Greater than my sinful heart, All thy power on me be shown, Take away the heart of stone. 2 Take away my darling sin, Make me willing to be clean : Convinced of Sin. lOO Make me willing to receive All thy goodness waits to give : Force me, Lord, with all to part ; Tear these idols from my heart ; Now thy love almighty show, Make even me a creature new. Jesus, mighty to renew, Work in me to will and do ; Turn my nature's rapid tide, Stem the torrent of my pride ; Stop the whirlwind of my will ; Speak, and bid the sun stand still ; Now thy love almighty show, Make even me a creature new.