Wesley Corpus

1 /^ OD of all grace and majesty, ^J Supremely great and good ! If I have mercy found with thee, Through the atoning blood ; The guard of all thy mercies give, And to my pardon join A fear lest 1 should ever grieve The gracious Spirit Divine. 2 If mercy is indeed with thee, May I obedient prove ; Nor e'er abuse my liberty. Or sin against thy love : This choicest fruit of faith bestow On a poor sojourner ; And let me pass my days below In humbleness and fear. For Believers IVatching. 2^7 Rather I would in darkness mourn The absence of thy peace, Than e'er by light irreverence turn Thy grace to wantonness : Rather I would, in painful awe. Beneath thine anger move, Than sin against the gospel law Of liberty and love. But, O ! thou would'st not have me live In bondage, grief, or pain ; Thou dost not take delight to grieve The helpless sons of men : Thy will is my salvation, Lord ; And let it now take place ! And let me tremble at the word Of reconciling grace. Still may I walk as in thy sight, My strict observer see ; And thou by reverent love unite My child-like heart to thee : Still let me, till my days are past. At Jesu's feet abide ; So shall he lift me up at last, And seat me by his side. HYMN 308. cm d. I WANT a principle within Of jealous, godly fear ; A sensibility of sin, A pain to feel it near. I want the first approach to feel Of pride, or fond desire ; To catch the wand'ring of my will, And quench the kindling fire. 298 For Believer* If \i telling. 2 That I from thee no more may part, No more thy goodness grieve, The filial awe, the fleshly heart, The tender conscience, give. Quick as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make ! Awake my soul, when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake. 3 If to the right or left I stray, That moment, Lord, reprove ; And let me weep my life away, For having grieved thy love. O may the least omission pain My well-instructed soul ; And drive me to the blood again, Which makes the wounded whole !