Wesley Corpus

1 1 Ohedient faith, that waits on thee, Thou never wilt reprove : But thou wilt form thy Son in me, And perfect me in love. HYMN 361. c. m. 1 TV/TY God ! I know, I feel thee mine WA And will not quit my claim, Till all I have is lost in thine, And all renew* d I am. 2 I hold thee with a trembling hand, But will not let thee go, Till steadfastly by faith I stand, And all thy goodness know. 3 When shall I see the welcome hour, That plants my God in me ! Spirit of health, and life, and power, And perfect liberty ! 4 Jesus, thine all-victorious love Shed in my heart abroad ; Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fix'd in God. 5 Love only can the conquest win, The strength of sin subdue, (Mine own unconquerable sin,) And form my soul anew o4o Seeking for full Redemption. 6' Love can bow clown the stubborn neck. The stone to flesh convert, Soften, and melt, and pierce, and break, An adamantine heart. 7 O that in me the sacred tire Might now begin to glow, Burn up the dross of base desire, And make the mountains flow ' 8 O that it now from heaven might fall, And all my sins consume ! Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call, Spirit of burning, come ! 9 Refining fire, go through my heart, Illuminate my soul ; Scatter thy life through every part, And sanctify the whole. 10 No longer then my heart shall mourn, While, purified by grace, I only for his glory burn, And always see his face. 1 1 My steadfast soul, from falling free, Shall then no longer move ; But Christ be all the world to me, And all my heart be love. HYMN 362. c. m. BE it according to thy word ; This moment let it be ! O that I now, my gracious Lord, Might lose my life lor thee! Seeking for full Redemption. 347 2 Now, Jesus, let thy powerful death Into my being come ; Slay the old Adam with thy breath : The man of sin consume. 3 Withhold whate'er my flesh requires ; Poison my pleasant food ; Spoil my delights, my vain desires, My all of creature-good. 4 My old affections mortify ;