Wesley Corpus

1 r I ^HOU, Lord, hast blest my going out ; A O bless my coming in ! Compass my weakness round about, And keep me safe from sin. For Believers Suffering. *3l0 2 Still hide me in thy secret place, Thy tabernacle spread ; Shelter me with preserving grace, And screen my naked head. 3 To thee for refuge may I run, From sin's alluring snare ; Ready its first approach to shun, And watching unto prayer. 4 O that I never, never more Might from thy ways depart ! Here let me give my wanderings o'er, By giving thee my heart. 5 Fix my new heart on things above, And then from earth release ; I ask not life, but let me love, And lay me down in peace. MASTER, I own thy lawful claim, Thine, wholly thine, I long to be ! Thou seest, at last, I willing am, Where'er thou go'st, to follow thee ; Myself in all things to deny ; Thine, wholly thine, to live and die. Whate'er my sinful flesh requires, For thee I cheerfully forego ; My covetous and vain desires, My hopes of happiness below ; My senses' and my passions' food, And all my thirst for creature-good. Pleasure, and wealth, and praise no more Shall lead my captive soul astray : My fond pursuits I all give o'er, Thee, only thee, resolved to' obey ; OlO for Believers Suffering. My own in all things to resign, And know no other will but thine. 4 All power is thine in earth and heaven ; All fulness dwells in thee alone ; Whate'er I have was freely given ; Nothing but sin I call my own ; Other propriety disclaim ; Thou only art the great I AM. 5 Wherefore to thee I all resign ; Being thou art, and Love, and Power ; Thy only will be done, not mine ! Thee, Lord, let heaven and earth adore ! Flow back the rivers to the sea, And let our all be lost in thee ! HYMN 333. 8'* §• &s. 1 /^OME on, my partners in distress, ^-^ My comrades through the wilderness, Who still your bodies feel ; A while forget your griefs and fears, And look beyond this vale of tears, To that celestial hill. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place,