Wesley Corpus

Who humbly comes to thee ? No, my God, I cannot doubt, Thy mercy is for me : Let me then obtain the grace, And be of paradise possest : Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast ! 3 Worldly good I do not want, Be that to others given ; Only for thy love I pant, My all in earth and heaven ; This the crown I fain would seize, The good wherewith I would be blest Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast ! 4 This delight I fain would prove, And then resign my breath : Join the happy few whose love Was mightier than death ! Let it not my Lord displease, That I would die to be thy guest ! Jesus, Master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast ! For Persons convinced of Backsliding. HYMN 168. Ts. 1 P^EPTH of mercy, can there be -*-^ Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God his wrath forbear ? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? I have long withstood his grace, Long provoked him to his face ; Would not hearken to his calls ; Grieved him by a thousand falls. 2 I have spilt his precious blood, Trampled on the Son of God ; FilPd with pangs unspeakable! I, who yet am not in hell ! Whence to me this waste of love? Ask my Advocate above ; See the cause in Jesu's face, Now before the throne of grace. 3 Lo ! I cumber still the ground : Lo ! an advocate is found ! " Hasten not to cut him down ; Let this barren soul alone : " Jesus speaks, and pleads his blood ! He disarms the wrath of God ! Now my Father's bowels move ; Justice lingers into love. 4 Kindled his relentings are ; Me he now delights to spare ; Cries, " How shall I give thee up ? " Lets the lifted thunder drop. There for me the Saviour stands ; Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands ! God is love! I know, I feel ; Jesus weeps, and loves me still ! I *}^> ]?0r Persons 5 Jesus, answer from above : Is not all thy nature love ? Wilt thou not the wrong forget ? Suffer me to kiss thy feet ?