Wesley Corpus

1 T ESUS, thy Blood and Righteousness ** My beauty are, my glorious dress : 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay ? Fully absolved through these I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, Who from the Father's bosom came, Who died for me, even me, to' atone, Now for my Lord and God I own. 4 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, Which, at the mercy-seat of God, For ever doth for sinners plead, For me, even for my soul, was shed. 5 Lord, I believe were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore, Thou hast for all a ransom paid, For all a full atonement made. 6 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, Even then, -- this shall be all my plea, Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. For Believers Rejoicing, lo7 7 Thus Abraham, the Friend of God, Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood. Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim ; Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 8 Jesus, be endless praise to thee, Whose boundless mercy hath for me, For me, and all thy hands have made, An everlasting ransom paid. 9 Ah ! give to all thy servants, Lord, With power to speak thy gracious word ; That all, who to thy wounds will flee, May find eternal life in thee. 10 Thou God of power, thou God of love, Let the whole world thy mercy prove ! Now let thy word o'er all prevail ; Now take the spoils of death and hell. THEE, O my God and King, My Father, thee I sing ! Hear, well-pleased, the joyous sound, Praise from earth and heaven receive ; Lost -- I now in Christ am found, Dead -- by faith in Christ I live. Father, behold thy son, In Christ I am thy own : Stranger long to thee, and rest, See the prodigal is come : Open wide thine arms and breast, Take the weary wanderer home. J OO For Believers Rejoicing. 3 Thine eye observed from far, Thy pity look'd me near ; Me thy bowels yearn'd to see ;