Wesley Corpus

1 T^OR ever here my rest shall be, *- Close to thy bleeding side ; This all my hope, and all my plea, For me the Saviour died ! O2o Seeking for full Redemption. 2 My dying Saviour, and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse, and keep me clean. 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; Wash me, and mine thou art ; Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart. 4 The' atonement of thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve ; Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love. HYMN 347. c. m. 1 TESUS, my life ! thyself apply, *" Thy Holy Spirit breathe ; My vile affections crucify, Conform me to thy death. 2 Conqu'ror of hell, and earth, and sin, Still with thy rebel strive ; Enter my soul, and work within, And kill, and make alive! 3 More of thy life, and more, I have, As the old Adam dies : Bury me, Saviour, in thy grave, That I with thee may rise. 4 Reign in me, Lord, thy foes control, Who would not own thy sway ; Diffuse thine image through my soul, Shine to the perfect day. 5 Scatter the last remains of sin, And seal me thine abode ; O make me glorious all within, A temple built by God ! Seeking for full Redemption. d 21) HYMN 348. J9s. Isaiah xxxv. 1 TTEAVENLY Father, sovereign Lord -^ -*- Ever faithful to thy word, Humbly we our seal set to, Testify that thou art true. Lo ! for us the wilds are glad, All in cheerful green array' d ; Opening sweets they all disclose, Bud and blossom as the rose. 2 Hark ! the wastes have found a voice ; Lonely deserts now rejoice, Gladsome hallelujahs sing, All around with praises ring. Lo ! abundantly they bloom ; Lebanon is hither come ; Carmel's stores the heavens dispense, Sharon's fertile excellence. 3 See, these barren souls of ours Bloom, and put forth fruits and flowers, Flowers of Eden, fruits of grace, Peace, and joy, and righteousness. We behold (the abjects, we !) Christ, the' incarnate Deity, Christ, in whom thy glories shine, Excellence of strength divine. 4 Ye that tremble at his frown,