“But in me is thine help.” Hos. 13. 9; Isa. 43. 11
C. Wesley L.M.
Jesus, in whom the Godhead’s rays
Beam forth with mildest majesty,
I see thee full of truth and grace,
And come for all I want to thee.
Wrathful, impure, and proud I am;
Nor constancy, nor strength, I have;
But thou, O Lord, art still the same,
And hast not lost thy power to save.
Save me from pride, the plague repel;
Jesus, thy humble mind impart,
O let the Spirit within me dwell,
And give me lowliness of heart.
Enter thyself, and cast out sin;
More of thy purity bestow;
Touch me, and make the leper clean;
Wash me, and I am white as snow.