Wesley Corpus

In dust and ashes lies : How shall a sinful worm appear, Or meet thy purer eyes ? 1 1 I loathe myself when God I see, And into nothing fall ; Content if thou exalted be, And Christ be All in All. HYMN 185. 7's. 1 A FTER all that I have done, ■**- Saviour, art thou pacified ? Whither shall mv vileness run ? Hide me, earth, the sinner hide! Let me sink into the dust, Full of holy shame, adore! Jesus Christ, the Good, the Just, Bids me go, and sin no more ! For Backsliders Recovered. Jol O confirm the gracious word, Jesus, Son of God and Man ! Let me never grieve thee, Lord, Never turn to sin again : Till my all in all thou art, Till thou bring thy nature in, Keep this feeble, trembling heart ! Save me, save me, Lord, from sin ! HYMN 186. 6-8's. \\T1LARY of wandering from my God, * ^ And now made willing to return, I hear, and bow me to the rod ; For thee, not without hope, I mourn ; I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of Love. O Jesus, full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin ; Yet once again I seek thy face, Open thine arms, and take me in : And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still. Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore ; O ! for thy truth and mercy's sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more, The ruins of my soul repair, And make my heart a house of prayer. The stone to flesh again convert ; The veil of sin again remove : Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart, And melt it by thy dying love ! This rebel heart by love subdue, And make it soft, and make it new. lo2 For Backsliders Recovered. 5 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now ; Fill my whole soul with filial fears : To thy sweet yoke my spirit how ; Bend by thy grace, O bend or break, The iron sinew in my neck ! 6 Ah ! give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at the' approach of sin : A godly fear of sin impart ;