The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Jesus, we ask Thy promised aid;
Thou who for us a curse wast made,
The penalty extreme
Far from Thy chosen one remove,
And now the object of Thy love
From curse and death redeem.

First in the primitive offence
The curse she feels with quicker sense:
But, of a woman born,
Thou didst its utmost burden bear,
To make it fall more light on her,
And to a blessing turn.

With pity then the anguish see,
The fruits of sin endured by Thee,
Thou patient Man of Woe:
Thy sufferings past recall to mind,
Shorten in her Thy pangs behind,
And break the mortal blow.

In mercy mitigate her pain,
Her feeble fainting soul sustain
With comforts from above;

Strengthen, till all her pains are pass'd,
And let her every moment taste
The cordial of Thy love.

Before her weary eyes display
The bed where her Redeemer lay,
A Lamb transfix'd and torn!
The place Thou never canst forget,
Where Thou hast paid our utmost debt,
And all our sorrows borne.

O let Thy grief dry up her tears,
And while Thy mangled form appears,
Thy visage marr'd with blood,
Let trouble, fear, and torture cease,
And all her happy soul confess
Her Saviour and her God.

Victorious, with Thy cross in view,
By Thy own travail bring her through
The agonizing hour,
A living monument of praise,
A witness of redeeming grace,
And love's eternal power.

University of Virginia Library

LVIII.

[Jesus, we ask Thy promised aid]