3. Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall; Lo! on Thee I cast my care. Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and, behold, I live! 4. Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness: False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 5. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Charles Wesley, 1740. 108 C. M. O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer’s praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace! 2. My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy name. 3. Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; ’Tis music in the sinner’s ears, ’Tis life and health and peace. 4. He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood avails for me. 5. Look unto Him, ye nations; own Your God, ye fallen race; Look and be saved through faith alone, Be justified by grace. 6. See all your sins on Jesus laid; The Lamb of God was slain; His soul was once an offering made For every soul of man. 7. Glory to God and praise and love Be ever, ever giv’n By saints below and saints above, The Church in earth and heav’n. Charles Wesley, 1739. 109 8s 10 l O friend of souls, how blest am I Whene’er Thy love my spirit calms! From sorrow’s dungeon forth I fly And hide me in Thy shelt’ring arms. The night of weeping flies away Before the heart-reviving ray Of love that beams from out Thy breast; Here is my heaven on earth begun. Who is not joyful that has won In Thee, O Lord, his joy and rest? 2. The world may call herself my foe, So be it; for I trust her not, E’en though a friendly face she show And heap with her good things my lot. In Thee alone will I rejoice, Thou art the Friend, Lord, of my choice, For Thou art true when friendships fail; Mid storms of woe Thy truth is still My anchor; hate me as she will, The world shall o’er me ne’er prevail.