Wesley Corpus

Lost, and confused, and dark, and blind ? Ah, Lord, my soul is gone astray : Ah, Shepherd, seek my soul, and find, And in thy arms of mercy take, And bring the weary wanderer back. 3 Weary and sick of sin I am , I hate it, Lord, and yet I love ! When wilt thou rid me of my shame ? When wilt thou all my load remove, Destroy the fiend that lurks within, And speak the word of power, " Be clean ? 4 O Lord, if I at last discern That I am sin, and thou art love, If now o'er me thy bowels yearn, Give me a token from above ; And conquer my rebellious will, And bid my murmuring heart be still. 5 Sin only let me not commit, (Sin never can advance thy praise,) And, lo ! I lay me at thy feet, And wait unwearied all my days, Till my appointed time shall come, And thou shult call thine exile home. 174 For Persons HYMN 178. 6-8's. 1 VTES, from this instant now, 1 will -*- To my offended Father cry ; My base ingratitude I feel, Vilest of all thy children, I, Not worthy to be call'd thy son ; Yet will I thee my Father own. 2 Guide of my life hast thou not been, And rescued me from passion's power ? Ten thousand times preserved from sin, Nor let the greedy grave devour ? And wilt thou now thy wrath retain, Nor ever love thy child again ? 3 Ah ! canst thou find it in thy heart To give me up, so long pursued ! Ah ! canst thou finally depart, And leave thy creature in his blood ! Leave me, -- out of thy presence cast, To perish in my sins at last ? 4 If thou hast will'd me to return, If weeping at thy feet I fall, The prodigal thou wilt not spurn, But pity, and forgive me all, In answer to my Friend above, In honour of his bleeding love ! HYMN 179. 7,s$6,s. 1 T^ATHER, if thou must reprove ^- For all that I have done, Not in anger, but in love Chastise thine humbled son ; Convinced of Backsliding. 1 75 Use the rod, and not the sword ; Correct with kind severity ; Bring me not to nothing, Lord !