Wesley Corpus

^ O may thy love inspire my tongue ! Salvation shall be all my song ; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord my strength and righteousness Ov2 Penitential Hymns. HYMN 660. c. m. " Lord, I believe ; help thou mine unbelief.'* 1 TTOW sad our state by nature is ! *■ ■*- Our sin, how deep it stains ! And Satan binds our captive souls Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word : " Ho, ye despairing sinners, come, # And trust upon the Lord ! " 3 My soul obeys the' Almighty's call, And runs to this relief: I would believe thy promise, Lord ; O help my unbelief! 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly : Here let me wash my spotted soul From sins of deepest dye. 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Into thy hands I fall ; Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Saviour, and my all. HYMN 661. 8's&6's. The Love of Christ the sinner s Plea. 1 f ^ THOU who hast redeem'd of old, ^-J And bidd'st me of thy strength lay hold, And be at peace with thee ; Help me thy benefits to own, And hear me tell what thou hast done, O dying Lamb, for me. Penitential Hymns. u\Jo 2 Out of myself for help I go, Thy only love resolved to know ; Thy love my plea I make ; Give me thy love, 'tis all I claim ; Give, for the honour of thy name, Give, for thy mercy's sake. 3 Canst thou deny that love to me ? Say, thou incarnate Deity, Thou Man of Sorrows, say ; Thy glory why didst thou enshrine In such a clod of earth as mine, And wrap thee in my clay ? 4 Ancient of Days, why didst thou come, And stoop to a poor virgin's womb, Contracted to a span ? Flesh of our flesh why wast thou made, And humbly in a manger laid, The new-born Son of Man ? 5 Love, only Love thy heart inclined, And brought thee, Saviour of mankind, Down from thy throne above ; Love made my God a Man of grief, Distress' d thee sore for my relief: O Mystery of Love !