Wesley Corpus

Before I drew my breath ; What pain, what labour, to secure My soul from endless death ! 3 O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel thy power ; Now all my wants thou would'st relieve In this, the' accepted hour. 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes : O let me now receive that gift ! My soul without it dies. 5 Surely thou canst not let me die ; O speak, and I shall live ! For here I will unwearied lie, Till thou thy Spirit give. 6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, Could I but see thy face ; Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace ! bOo Penitential Hymns. HYMN 667. 8's §• 6's. " 27*ow tries t me every moment" 1 T3Y secret influence from above, -U Me thou dost every moment prove, And labour to convert ; Ready to save, I feel thee nigh, And still I hear thy Spirit cry, " My son, give me thy heart." 2 Why do I not the call obey, Cast my besetting sin away, With every useless load ? Why cannot I this moment give The heart thou waitest to receive, And love my loving God ? 3 My loving God, the hind'rance show, Which nature dreads, alas ! to know, And lingers to remove ; Stronger than sin, thy grace exert, And seize, and change, and fill my heart With all the powers of love. 4 Then shall I answer thy design, No longer, Lord, my own, but thine ; Till all thy will be done, Humbly I pass my trial here, And ripe in holiness appear With boldness at thy throne. HYMN 668. s. m. " I have waited for thy salvation, O Lord. 1 ONG have I waited, Lord, JL^ For thy salvation here, And hoped, according to thy word, To see it soon appear : To see thee passing by, All-glorious from above, The Experience, Sfc., of Believers. 609 The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high, The God of pardoning love. '2 Thyself Jehovah's Son Discover to my heart, That when I have my Saviour known, I may in peace depart : May thee, the world's desire. With arms of faith embrace, And then, with yon enraptured choir, For ever see thy face. HYMN 669. p. m.