Wesley Corpus

Me thy mercy ran to find, Empty, poor, and void of thee, Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind. 4 Thou on my neck didst fall, Thy kiss forgave me all : Still thy gracious words I hear, Words that made the Saviour mine, " Haste, for him the robe prepare, His be righteousness divine ! " HYMN 192. 7's8f6's. 1 ^VFT I in my heart have said, ^-^ Who shall ascend on high, Mount to Christ, my glorious Head, And bring him from the sky ? Borne on contemplation's wing, Surely I shall find him there, Where the angels praise their King, And gain the Morning- Star. 2 Oft I in my heart have said, Who to the deep shall stoop, Sink with Christ among the dead, From thence to bring him up ? Could I but my heart prepare, By unfeign'd humility, Christ would quickly enter there, And ever dwell with me. 3 But the righteousness of faith Hath taught me better things : 11 Inward turn thine eyes," it saith, (While Christ to me it brings,) For Believers Rejoicing. 189 " Christ is ready to impart Life to all, for life who sigh : In thy mouth, and in thy heart, The word is ever nigh." HYMN 193. 2-6's8r4-7's. 1 r\ FILIAL Deity, ^-^ Accept my new-born cry ; See the travail of my soul, Saviour, and be satisfied ; Take me now, possess me whole, Who for me, for me, hast died. 2 Of life thou art the Tree ; My immortality ! Feed this tender branch of thine, Ceaseless influence derive : Thou the true, the heavenly Vine, Grafted into thee I live. 3 Of life the Fountain thou, I know, -- I feel it now ! Faint and dead no more I droop ; Thou art in me ; thy supplies, Every moment springing up, Into life eternal rise. 4 Thou the good Shepherd art, From thee I ne'er shall part : Thou my keeper and my guide, Make me still thy tender care ; Gently lead me by thy side, Sweetly in thy bosom bear. 5 Thou art my daily Bread, O Christ, thou art my Head ! Motion, virtue, strength, to me, Me thy living member, flow : Nourish'd I, and fed, by thee, Uj) to thee in all things grow. 190 For Believers Rejoic'mg