Wesley Corpus

6 I stand, and admire Thine out-stretched arm ; I walk through the fire, And suffer no harm ; Assaulted by evil, I scorn to submit; The world and the devil Fall under my feet. For Believer's Rejoicing. 1J7 7 I wrestle not now, But trample on sin, For with me art thou, And shalt be within ; While stronger and stronger In Jesus's power, I go on to conquer, Till sin is no more. HYMN 201. 8's. 1 A ND can it be that I should gain -^*- An interest in the Saviour's blood ? Died he for me, who caused his pain ? For me, who him to death pursued ? Amazing love ! how can it be, That thou, my God, should'st die for me ! 2 'Tis mystery all ! The' Immortal dies ! Who can explore his strange design ! In vain the first-born Seraph tries To sound the depths of Love Divine ! 'Tis mercy all ; let earth adore, Let angel-minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above ; (So free, so infinite his grace !) Emptied himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race : 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me ! 4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night ; Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray ; I woke ; the dungeon flamed with light ; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee. 5 No condemnation now I dread ; Jesus, and all in him, is mine ! Alive in him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Ub For Believers Rejoicing. Bold I approach the' eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. HYMN 202. 6's §• 8's. 1 A RISE, my soul, arise, -f"*- Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears ; Before the throne my Surety stands ; My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead ; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers,