Wesley Corpus

But bring me home to thee. 2 True and faithful as thou art, To all thy Church and me, Give a new, believing heart, That knows and cleaves to thee : Freely our backslidings heal ; And, by thy balmy blood restored, Grant that every soul may feel, " Thou art my pardoning Lord ! " 3 Might we now with pure desire Thine only love request ; Now, with willing heart entire, Return to Christ our rest ! When we our whole hearts resign, O Jesus, to be till'd with thee, Thou art ours, and we are thine, Through all eternity. HYMN 180. l. m. 1 O AVIOUR, I now with shame confess ^ My thirst for creature happiness ; By base desires I wrong'd thy love, And forced thy mercy to remove. 2 Yet would I not regard thy stroke ; But, when thou didst thy grace revoke, And when thou didst thy face conceal, Thy absence I refused to feel. 3 I knew not that the Lord was gone, In my own fro ward will went on, And lived to the desires of men, And thou hast all my wanderings seen. 1 / O Par Backsliders Convinced. 4 Yet, O the riches of thy grace ! Thou, who hast seen my evil ways, Wilt freely my backslid ings heal, And pardon on my conscience seal. 5 For this I at thy footstool wait, Till thou my peace again create ; Fruit of thy gracious lips, restore My peace, and bid me sin no more ! 6 Far off, yet at thy feet, I lie, Till thou again thy blood apply ; Till thou repeat my sins forgiven, As far from God as hell from heaven. 7 But, for thy truth and mercy's sake, My comfort thou wilt give me back ; And lead me on from grace to grace, In all the paths of righteousness : 8 Till, throughly saved, my new-born soul, And perfectly by faith made whole, Doth bright in thy full image rise, To share thy glory in the skies. HYMN 181. l. m 1 rT^HOU Man of griefs, remember me, A Who never canst thyself forget, Thy last mysterious agony, Thy fainting pangs, and bloody sweat : 2 When, wrestling in the strength of prayer,