Wesley Corpus

Sinking into endless woe, Jesus to our rescue ran, And God appear'd below. 3 God, in this dark vale of tears, A man of griefs was seen : Here for three and thirty years He dwelt with sinful men. Did they know the Deity ? Did -they own him, who he was ? See the Friend of Sinners, see ! lie hangs on yonder cross ! For Believers Rejoicing. 209 4 Yet thy wrath I cannot fear, Thou gentle, bleeding Lamb ! By thy judgment I am clear ; Heal'd by thy stripes I am : Thou for me a curse wast made, That I might in thee be blest ; Thou hast my full ransom paid, And in thv wounds I rest. HYMN 216. c. m. 1 INFINITE, unexhausted Love ! -*- (Jesus and Love are one :) If still to me thy bowels move, They are restrain'd to none. 2 What shall I do my God to love ? My loving God to praise ? The length, and breadth, and height to prove, And depth of sovereign grace ? 3 Thy sovereign grace to all extends, Immense and unconfined; From age to age it never ends ; It reaches all mankind. 4 Throughout the world its breadth is known, Wide as infinity ! So wide, it never pass'd by one, Or it had pass'd by me. 5 My trespass was grown up to heaven ; But far above the skies, In Christ abundantly forgiven, I see thy mercies rise ! f> The depth of all -redeeming love, What angel -tongue can tell ? O may I to the utmost prove The gift unspeakable ! 7 Deeper than hell, it pluck'd me thence •. Deeper than inbred sin, 2 JO For Believers Rejoicing. Jesus's love my heart shall cleanse, When Jesus enters in. 8 Come quickly, gracious Lord, and take Possession of thine own ; My longing heart vouchsafe to make Thine everlasting throne ! 9 Assert thy claim, maintain thy right, Come quickly from above : And sink me to perfection's height, The depth of humble love. HYMN 217. c. m. 1 TESUS, to thee I now can fly, ** On whom my help is laid : Oppress'd by sins, I lift my eye, And see the shadows fade. 2 Believing on my Lord, I find