Wesley Corpus

Thy spirit sunk beneath its load ! Thy feeble flesh abhorr'd to bear The wrath of an Almighty God ! 3 Father, if I may call thee so, Regard my fearful heart's desire ; Remove this load of guilty woe, Nor let me in my sins expire ! For Backsliders Recovered. 177 4 I tremble lest the wrath divine, Which bruises now my sinful soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine Long as eternal ages roll. 5 To thee my last distress I bring ; The heighten' d fear of death I find : The tyrant, brandishing his sting, Appears, and hell is close behind ! 6 I deprecate that death alone, That endless banishment from thee ! O save, and give me to thy Son, Who trembled, wept, and bled for me For Backsliders Recovered. HYMN 182. 7*s §• 6's. 1 WILL hearken what the Lord A Will say concerning me ! Hast thou not a gracious word For one who waits on thee ? Speak it to my soul, that I May in thee have peace and power Never from my Saviour fly, And never grieve thee more. 2 How have I thy Spirit grieved, Since first with me he strove ! Obstinately disbelieved, And trampled on thy love ! I have sinn'd against the light ; I have broke from thy embrace ; No, I would not, when I might, Be freely saved by grace. 1 78 For Backsliders Recovered. 3 After all that I have done To drive thee from my heart, Still thou wilt not leave thine own, Thou wilt not yet depart ; Wilt not give the sinner o'er ; Ready art thou now to save ; Bidd'st me come, as heretofore, That I thy life may have. 4 O thou meek and gentle Lamh ! Furv is not in thee ; Thou continuest still the same, And still thy grace is free ; Still thine arms are open wide, Wretched sinners to receive : Thou hast once for sinners died, That all may turn and live. 5 Lo ! I take thee at thy word ; My foolishness I mourn ; Unto thee, my bleeding Lord, However late, I turn : Yes, I yield, I yield at last, Listen to thy speaking blood ; Me, with all my sins, I cast On my atoning God ! HYMN 183. 6-7 ys.