Wesley Corpus

On me and all mankind bestow'd ? O that my every breath were praise ! O that my heart were fill'd with God ! My heart would then with love o'erflow, And all my life thy glory show. 4 See me, O Lord, athirst and faint! Me, weary of forbearing, see ! And let me feel thy love's constraint, And freely give up all for thee ; True in the fiery trial prove, And pay thee back thy dying love ! 1 (\ LOVE, I languish at thy stay ! ^^ I pine for thee with ling'ring smart, Weary and faint through long delay : When wilt thou come into my heart ? From sin and sorrow set me free, And swallow up my soul in thee ! 2 Come, O thou universal Good ! Balm of the wounded conscience, conic ! The hungry, dying spirit's food, The weary, wand' ring pilgrim's home ; Haven to take the shipwreck'd in, My everlasting rest from sin ! Seeking for full Redemption. SOO 3 Be thou, O Love, whate'er I want ; Support my feebleness of mind ; Relieve the thirsty soul, the faint Revive, illuminate the blind ; The mournful cheer, the drooping lead, And heal the sick, and raise the dead. 4 Come, O my comfort and delight ! My strength and health, my shield and sun ; My boast, and confidence, and might, My joy, my glory, and my crown ; My gospel hope, my calling's prize, My tree of life, my paradise. 5 The secret of the Lord thou art, The mystery so long unknown ; Christ in a pure and perfect heart, The name inscribed in the white stone ; The life divine, the little leaven, My precious pearl, my present heaven. HYMN 380. 6-8's. 1 PRISONERS of hope, lift up your heads ! *• The day of liberty draws near ; Jesus, who on the Serpent treads, Shall soon in your behalf appear : The Lord will to his temple come ; Prepare your hearts to make him room. 2 Ye all shall find, whom in his word Himself hath caused to put your trust, The Father of our dying Lord Is ever to his promise just ; Faithful, if we our sins confess, To cleanse from all unrighteousness. 3 Yes, Lord, we must believe thee kind, Thou never canst unfaithful prove ;