6 Fix'd on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away;
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

586 (99)

JES

From the German of COUNT Zinzendore, 1700-1760.

ESUS, Thy Blood and Righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift
up my head.
2 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father's bosom came,
Who died for me, e'en me to' atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.
4 Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
For ever doth for sinners plead,
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed.
5 Lord, I believe were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full atonemei. made.

6 When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then, this shall be all my plea,
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.

7 Thus Abraham, the Friend of God,
Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim !
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

8 Jesus, be endless praise to Thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me, and all Thy hands have made,
An everlasting ransom paid.

9 Ah! give to all Thy servants, Lord,
With power to speak Thy quick'ning word;
That all, who to Thy wounds will flee,
May find eternal life in Thee.

10 Thou God of power, Thou God of love,
Let the whole world Thy mercy prove!
Now let Thy word o'er all prevail;
Now take the spoils of death and hell.

587

2

HEE, O

THE

2-6s & 4-7s.

my

C. WESLEY. 1789.

God and King,

My Father, Thee I sing!

Hear, well-pleased, the joyous sound,
Praise from earth and heaven receive;
Lost-I now in Christ am found,
Dead by faith in Christ I live.

Father, behold Thy son,
In Christ I am Thy own:
Stranger long to Thee, and rest,
See the prodigal is come:
Open wide Thine arms and breast,
Take the weary wanderer home.
3 Thine eye observed from far,
Thy pity looked me near;
Me Thy bowels yearned to see;
Me Thy mercy ran to find,
Empty, poor, and void of Thee,
Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind.
4 Thou on my neck didst fall,
Thy kiss forgave me all :
Still Thy gracious words I hear,
Words that made the Saviour mine,
"Haste, for him the robe prepare,
His be righteousness divine!"

588

7s & 6s.

C. WESLEY. 1742.

589

2

OFT

Rom. x. 6-8.

FT I in my heart have said,
Who shall ascend on high,
Mount to Christ, my glorious Head,
And bring Him from the sky?
Borne on contemplation's wing,
Surely I shall find Him there,
Where the angels praise their King,
And gain the Morning Star.
2 Oft I in my heart have said,
Who to the deep shall stoop,
Sink with Christ among the dead,
From thence to bring Him up ?
Could I but my heart prepare,
By unfeigned humility,

Christ would quickly enter there,
And ever dwell with me.

3 But the righteousness of faith
Hath taught me better things:
"Inward turn thine eyes," it saith,
(While Christ to me it brings,)
"Christ is ready to impart
Life to all, for life who sigh:
In thy mouth, and in thy heart,
The word is ever nigh."

2-6s & 4-7s. C. WESLEY. 1789. FILIAL Deity,

Accept my new-born cry;

See the travail of Thy soul,
Saviour, and be satisfied;
Take me now, possess me whole,
Who for me, for me, hast died!
Of life Thou art the Tree;
My immortality!

Feed this tender branch of Thine,
Ceaseless influence derive :

3

Thou the true, the heavenly Vine,
Grafted into Thee I live.

Of life the Fountain Thou,
I know, I feel it now!
Faint and dead no more I droop;
Thou art in me; Thy supplies,
Every moment springing up,
Into life eternal rise.

4 Thou the good Shepherd art,
From Thee I ne'er shall part :
Thou my Keeper and my Guide,
Make me still Thy tender care;
Gently lead me by Thy side,
Sweetly in Thy bosom bear.
Thou art my daily Bread,
O Christ, Thou art my Head!
Motion, virtue, strength, to me,
Me Thy living member, flow:
Nourished I, and fed, by Thee,
Up to Thee in all things grow.
Prophet, to me reveal

5

6

7

8

Thy Father's perfect will:
Never mortal spake like Thee,
Human prophet like Divine;
Loud and strong their voices be,

Small, and still, and inward Thine!
On Thee, my Priest, I call,

Thy blood atoned for all :

Still the Lamb as slain appears,

Still Thou stand'st before the throne,

Ever offering up my prayers,

These presenting with Thine own.

Jesus, Thou art my King,

From Thee my strength I bring: Shadowed by Thy mighty hand, Saviour, who shall pluck me thence? Faith supports; by faith I stand, Strong in Thy omnipotence.

590

L.M.

J. WESLEY. 1739.

From the German of W. C. DESSLER. 1692.

NTO Thy gracious hands I fall,

INT

And with the arms of faith embrace,
O King of Glory, hear my call;

O raise me, heal me, by Thy grace! 2 Now righteous through Thy wounds I am; No condemnation now I dread ; I taste salvation in Thy name, Alive in Thee, my living Head. 3 Still let Thy wisdom be my guide,

Nor take Thy light from me away;
Still with me let Thy grace abide,

That I from Thee may never stray : 4 Let Thy word richly in me dwell;

Thy peace and love my portion be;
My joy to' endure and do Thy will,

Till perfect I am found in Thee.

5 Arm me with Thy whole armour, Lord!
Support my weakness with Thy might;
Gird on my thigh Thy conquering sword,
And shield me in the threatening fight:
6 From faith to faith, from grace to grace,
So in Thy strength shall I go on;
Till heaven and earth flee from Thy face,
And glory end what grace begun.

591

2-6s & 4-7s.

C. WESLEY. 1739.

EAR, Holy Spirit, hear,
My inward Comforter!

HF

Loos'd by Thee, my stammering tongue
First essays to praise Thee now,
This the new, the joyful song,
Hear it in Thy temple, Thou!
2 Long o'er my formless soul
The dreary waves did roll;
Void I lay, and sunk in night:

Thou, the overshadowing Dove,