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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
CXIV.
[Jesus, my faithful Guide]
Jesus, my faithful Guide,
For Thy advice I stay,
Who wilt not let me wander wide
Of Thy appointed way:
Till Thou reveal Thy will,
In calm uncertainty
I know not what to do, but still
Mine eyes are fix'd on Thee.
For Thy advice I stay,
Who wilt not let me wander wide
Of Thy appointed way:
Till Thou reveal Thy will,
In calm uncertainty
I know not what to do, but still
Mine eyes are fix'd on Thee.
Till Thou direction send,
Delightfully resign'd
I mark the openings, and attend
The tokens of Thy mind;
What Thou wouldst have me do
By plainest signs to prove
I wait; and step by step pursue
The leadings of Thy love.
Delightfully resign'd
I mark the openings, and attend
The tokens of Thy mind;
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By plainest signs to prove
I wait; and step by step pursue
The leadings of Thy love.
Saviour, I would not take
One step in life, alone,
Or dare the smallest motion make
Without Thy counsel known:
Thee I my Lord confess,
In everything I see,
And Thou by Thine unerring grace
Shalt order all for me.
One step in life, alone,
Or dare the smallest motion make
Without Thy counsel known:
Thee I my Lord confess,
In everything I see,
And Thou by Thine unerring grace
Shalt order all for me.
Surely Thou wilt provide
The place Thou know'st I need,
The solitary place to hide
Thy hoary servant's head;
Where a few moments more,
Expecting my release,
I may my father's God adore,
And then depart in peace.
The place Thou know'st I need,
The solitary place to hide
Thy hoary servant's head;
Where a few moments more,
Expecting my release,
I may my father's God adore,
And then depart in peace.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||