Wesley Corpus

Arm of God, thy strength put on ; Bow the heavens, and come down ; All my unbelief o'erthrow ; Lay the' aspiring mountain low : Conquer thy worst foe in me, Get thyself the victory ; Save the vilest of the race ; Force me to be saved by grace. 1 T AY to thy hand, O God of Grace ! ^ O God, the work is worthy thee ; See at thy feet, of all the race The chief, the vilest sinner see ; And let me all thy mercy prove, Thine utmost miracle of love. 2 Speak, and a holy thing and clean Shall strangely be brought out of me ; My Ethiop-soul shall change her skin, Redeem' d from all iniquity ; lob For Mourners I, even I, shall then proclaim The wonders wrought hy Jesu's Name. 3 Thee I shall then for ever praise, In spirit and in truth adore ; While all I am declares thy grace, And, horn of God, I sin no more ; Thy pure and heavenly nature share, And fruit unto perfection hear. 1 S~\ JESUS, my hope, For me offer' d up, ^^ Who with clamour pursued thee to Calvary's top ; The hlood thou hast shed, For me let it plead, And declare thou hast died in thy murderer's stead. 2 Come then from above, The stony remove, And vanquish my heart with the sense of thy love. Thy love on the tree Display unto me, And the servant of sin in a moment is free. 3 Neither passion nor pride Thy cross can abide, But melt in the fountain that streams from thy side : Let thy life-giving hlood Remove all my load, And purge my foul conscience, and bring me to God. 4 Now, now let me know Its virtue below ! Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow; Let it hallow my heart, And throughly convert, And make me, O Lord, in the world as thou art. 5 Each moment applied, My weakness to hide, Thy blood be upon me, and always abide ; My advocate prove With the Father above, And speak me at last to the throne of thy love. Convinced of Sin. lo7 HYMN 16.1. l. m. 1 OTAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,