Wesley Corpus

1 TVEEPEN the wound thy hands have made U In this weak, helpless soul, Till mercy, with its balmy aid, Descends to make me whole. Seeking for full Redemption. oOO 2 The sharpness of thy two-edged sword Enable me to' endure ; Till bold to say, My hallowing Lord Hath wrought a perfect cure. 3 I see the' exceeding broad command, Which all contains in one : Enlarge my heart to understand The mystery unknown. 4 O that with all thy saints I might By sweet experience prove, What is the length, and breadth, and height, And depth, of perfect love ! WHAT now is my object and aim ? What now is my hope and desire ? To follow the heavenly Lamb, And after his image aspire : My hope is all centred in thee ; I trust to recover thy love, On earth thy salvation to see, And then to enjoy it above. I thirst for a life-giving God, A God that on Calvary died ; A fountain of water and blood, Which gush'd from Immanuel's side ! I gasp for the stream of thy love, The Spirit of rapture unknown : And then to re-drink it above, Eternally fresh from the throne. ODD Seeking for full Redemption GIVE me the enlarged desire. And open, Lord, my soul, Thy own fulness to require, And comprehend the whole : Stretch my faith's capacity Wider, and yet wider still ; Then with all that is in thee My soul for ever fill ! 1 TESU, thy boundless love to me *J No thought can reach, no tongue declare; O knit my thankful heart to thee, And reign without a rival there : Thine wholly, thine alone, I am ; Be thou alone my constant flame ! 2 O grant that nothing in my soul May dwell, but thy pure love alone : O may thy love possess me whole, My joy, my treasure, and my crown ; Strange flames far from my heart remove ; My every act, word, thought, be love ! 3 O Love, how cheering is thy ray ! All pain before thy presence flies ; Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, Where'er thy healing beams arise : O Jesu, nothing may 1 see, Nothing desire, or seek, but thee ! 4 Unwearied may I this pursue,