Wesley Corpus

With lamb-like patience arm my breast ; When grief my wounded soul assails, In lowly meekness may I rest. 4 Close by thy side still may 1 keep, Howe'er life's various current flow ; With steadfast eye mark every step, And follow thee where'er thou go. 5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful tight hast won ; Alone thou hast the winepress trod : In me thy strength' ning grace be shown ; O may I conquer through thy blood ! For Believer}; Suffering. o2 I 6 So, when on Sion thou shalt stand, And all heaven's host adore their King, Shall I be found at thy right hand, And free from pain thy glories sing. HYMN 339. l. m. 1 f\ THOU, to whose all-searching sight ^-^ The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart ; it pants for thee ; O burst these bonds, and set it free ! 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my affections to the cross ; Hallow each thought ; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean ! 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my Light, be thou my Way ; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where'er thy steps J see, Dauntless, untired, I follow thee ! O let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill ! 6 If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day ; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and joy, and peace. Seeking for full Redemption. HYMN 340. s. m. 1 'T'HE thing my God doth hate A That I no more may do, Thy creature, Lord, again create, And all my soul renew : My soul shall then, like thine, Ahhor the thing unclean, And, sanctified by love divine, For ever cease from sin. 2 That blessed law of thine, Jesus, to me impart : The Spirit's law of life divine, O write it in my heart ! Implant it deep within, Whence it may ne'er remove ; The law of liberty from sin, The perfect law of love.