Wesley Corpus

Thy grace is always nigh : Now, as yesterday, the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can thy grace procure ; Empty send me not away, For I, thou know'st, am poor : Dust and ashes is my name, My all is sin and misery ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. No good word, or work, or thought. Bring I to gain thy grace ; Pardon I accept unbought ; Thy proffer I embrace : Coming, as at first I came, To take, and not bestow on thee ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 1 72 For Persons 5 Saviour, from thy wounded side I never will depart ; Here will I my spirit hide, When I am pure in heart. Till my place ahove I claim, This only shall be all my plea, Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 1 f\ GOD, thy righteousness we own : ^•J Judgment is at thy house begun ! With humble awe thy rod we hear, And guilty in thy sight appear : We cannot in thy judgment stand, But sink beneath thy mighty hand. 2 Our mouth as in the dust we lay, And still for mercy, mercy, pray : Unworthy to behold thy face, Unfaithful stewards of thy grace, Our sin and wickedness we own, And deeply for acceptance groan. \\ We have not, Lord, thy gifts improved. But basely from thy statutes roved, And done thy loving Spirit despite, And sinn'd against the clearest light, Brought back thy agonizing pain, And nail'd thee to thy cross again 4 Yet do not drive us from thy face, A stiff-neck'd and hard-hearted race ; But, O ! in tender mercy break The iron sinew in our neck ; The softening power of love impart, And melt the marble of our heart. Convinced of Backsliding. 1 73 1 TESUS, thou know'st my sinfulness, «J My faults are not conceal'd from thee ; A sinner in my last distress, To thy dear wounds I fain would flee, And never, never thence depart, Close shelter' d in thy loving heart. 2 How shall I find the living way,