The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Lord, if Thou hast on me bestow'd
A master, not humane and good,
But froward and severe,
Assist the servant of Thy will
With grace and wisdom to fulfil
The Christian character.

Trampled as dirt beneath his feet,
O may I quietly submit
To all his stern decrees,
Insults and wrongs in silence bear,
And serve with conscientious care
Whom I can never please.

Under the galling iron yoke
To Thee my only help I look,
To Thee in secret groan:

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I cannot murmur or complain,
But meekly all my griefs sustain
For Thy dear sake alone.

The promise stands for ever sure,
The griefs I for Thy sake endure
My crown and joy shall be:
But all my strength of patient grace,
And all my glorious happiness
Is a free gift from Thee.

University of Virginia Library

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[Lord, if Thou hast on me bestow'd]