Wesley Corpus

Nail to the cross my will ; Daily and hourly bid me die, Or altogether kill. 5 Jesus, my life, appear within, And bruise the Serpent's head ; Enter my soul, extirpate sin, Cast out the cursed seed. 6 Hast thou not made me willing, Lord ? Would I not die this hour ? Then speak the killing, quick'ning word Slay, raise me, by thy power. 7 Slay me, and I in thee shall trust, With thy dead men arise ; Awake, and sing out of the dust, Soon as this nature dies. 8 () let it now make haste to die, The mortal wound receive ! So shall I live ; and yet not I, But Christ in me shall live. 9 Be it according to thy word ! This moment let it be ! The life I lose for thee, my Lord, I find again in thee. J4o Seeki?ig for full Redemption. HYMN 363. l. m. 1 V1THAT ! never speak one evil word, * » Or rash, or idle, or unkind ! O how shall I, most gracious Lord, This mark of true perfection find ? 2 Thy sinless mind in me reveal ; Thy Spirit's plenitude impart ; And all my spotless life shall tell The' abundance of a loving heart. 3 Saviour, I long to testify The fulness of thy saving grace ; O might thy Spirit the blood apply, Which bought for me the sacred peace ! 4 Forgive, and make my nature whole ; My inbred malady remove ; To perfect health restore my soul, To perfect holiness and love. 1 FESUS, the gift divine 1 know, *J The gift divine I ask of thee ; That living water now bestow -- Thy Spirit and thyself, on me ; Thou, Lord, of life the fountain art ; Now let me find thee in my heart. 2 Thee let me drink, and thirst no more For drops of finite happiness ; Spring up, O Well, in heavenly power, In streams of pure, perennial peace, In joy, that none can take away, In life, which shall for ever stav. Seeking for full Redemption. o49 3 Father, on me the grace bestow, Unblamable before thy sight, Whence all the streams of mercy flow ; Mercy, thy own supreme delight, To me, for Jesu's sake, impart, And plant thy nature in my heart.