Charles Wesley, 1742.

234 Hebron.  L.M.

Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit. (494)

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
  Though I have done thee such despite,
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
  Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,
  And still shook off my guilty fears;
And vexed and urged, thee to depart,
  For many long rebellious years.

3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
  Of all whoe’er thy grace received! 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
  Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;

4 This only woe I deprecate;
  This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate;
  Nor curse me with this want of love.

5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
  Upraise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
  And bring me to the promised land.

     Charles Wesley, 1749.

235 Woodworth.  L.M.

Coming in Humility. (489)

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd’st me come to thee,
  O Lamb of God, I come!  I come!

2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
  O Lamb of God, I come!  I come!

3 Just as I am, tho’ tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
  O Lamb of God, I come!  I come!

4 Just as I am—­poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
  O Lamb of God, I come!  I come!

5 Just as I am—­thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,
  O Lamb of God, I come!  I come!

6 Just as I am—­thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
  O Lamb of God, I come!  I come!

     Charlotte Elliott, 1836.

236 Badea.  S.M.

Decision. (506)

And can I yet delay
  My little all to give? 
To tear my soul from earth away,
  For Jesus to receive?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,
  I can hold out no more: 
I sink, by dying love compelled,
  And own thee conqueror.

3 Tho’ late, I all forsake,
  My friends, my all resign;
Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,
  And seal me ever thine.

4 Come and possess me whole,
  Nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wav’ring soul
  With all thy weight of love.

     Charles Wesley, 1746.

237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s.

The Call Answered.

Do you hear the Savior calling,
  By the wooings of his voice? 
Do you hear the accents falling? 
  Will you make the precious choice?