3 Long in a tempted state forlorn

Thou hast my kind supporter been;
Yet suffer'd me at times to mourn,

To feel that all my heart is sin;
My depth of unbelief to prove,
And groan beneath thy humbling love.
4 I now thy love's design perceive;

Me to myself that love hath shewn,
Thou didst in love thy servant leave,
To come again and claim thine own,
To save, when all my griefs were past,
And do me endless good at last.

HYMN CCCCXXI.
The last Sigh.

C. WESLEY.

SAVIOUR, my latter end is come,
Now to my parting soul appear!
The root, the man of sin consume,
And let me sink to nothing here!
Resorb'd into perfection's sea
And lost, for ever lost in thee!

HYMN CCCCXXII.

The Heart yielded. Deut. x. 12, 13. Rev. iii. 20.

C. WESLEY.

ESUS, thou dost not sue in vain,

1 JE
O take what I can never give:
Thyself must give the power to man
His proffer'd Saviour to receive,
While knocking at the door thou art,
And pleading with his stubborn heart.

2 Come in, thou supplicant divine
I hear thy voice and open now:
Take my poor heart, no longer mine,
Enter with all thy fullness thou:
Take my poor heart, ('tis all thine own)
And never leave this humble throne.

HYMN CCCCXXIII.

Approaching Death. Deut. xxxi. 14. 16.

C. WESLEY.

1 FATHER, I know my day is nigh,
And by thy justice doom'd to die,
The sentence I receive:

But e'er I yield my fleeting breath,
O let my soul redeem'd from death
By faith in Jesus live.

2 By mercy seal'd in lasting sleep
Mine eyes shall then no longer weep;
My flesh in hope shall rest
Blended with my forefathers' dust
Till wak'd by him in whom I trust
I mingle with the blest.

HYMN CCCCXXIV.

God our Guide and Preserver. Deut. xxxii.

1

THE

11, 12.

C. WESLEY.

HE eagle fond her charge awakes
Where in the nest they dose;

And while her flutt'ring plumes she shakes,
The way to fly she shows;

She spreads her wings, her young to bear,
Before their own they try;

And takes them up, and cleaves the air,
And soars above the sky.

2 "Twas thus in nature's sleep I lay,
When Christ his Spirit shed:
His Spirit stirr'd me up to pray,
And hover'd o'er my head,
Infusing the first gracious hope
He spread his wings abroad,
And train'd his infant pupil up
To seek the face of God.

3 The object of his kindest care
He never yet forsook,

But did himself my weakness bear,
And all my burthen took;
He bore me up, from earth he bore
On wings of heav'nly love,
And taught my unfledg'd soul to soar
To those bright realms above.

4 The Spirit of redeeming grace
Hath been my sure defence,
And through the pathless wilderness
Led on my innocence:
When simple as a little child
All idols I abhor'd,

And saw as my Redeemer smil❜d,
My Paradise restor❜d.

HYMN CCCCXXV.

Backsliding deplored. Deut. xxxii. 15.

C. WESLEY.

1 AND have not I ungrateful been,

Basely forsook my God for sin,

My God who form'd me man;
Abus'd my Saviour's pardoning grace
And turn'd it into wantonness,
And murder'd him again?

2 Thee that I may no more forsake,
O Rock of my salvation, take
And keep me in thy side,
There in the open clift secure
My contrite heart, my spirit poor
From sin's dominion hide.

HYMN CCCCXXVI.

Spiritual Solitude.

Deut. xxxiii. 28.

Ps. cxvi. 7.

1 ESUS thyself impart,

C. WESLEY.

The world and sin t' exclude,

And let me find it in my heart,
The long-sought solitude:

2 The still séquester'd shade
For which thy people pine,
The bower for weary spirits made
By the celestial vine!

3 That secret place afford

That shelter in thy side,

And by thy constant presence, Lord,
My soul for ever hide :

4 Secure I then shall dwell,
Delightfully alone,

"Till thou thy glorious life reveal, And take me to thy throne.

HYMN CCCCXXVII.

The Secret Sin renounced; and, the accursed Thing removed. Josh. vii. 13. 21. Heb. xii. 1.

1

THE

C. WESLEY.

HE secret curse, the bosom-sin Through faith in Jesus I remove, And sure the victory to win,

And more than conqueror to prove,

"Gainst satan and the world I go,

(My Lord hath both for me o'ercome)

And trample on my latest foe,

And march with Christ triumphant home.

2 "I saw, and coveted, and took!"

The progress this of every sin; While death, admitted by a look, Lets everlasting judgments in: