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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
CLI.
[My God and Lord, Thy counsel show]
My God and Lord, Thy counsel show,
What wouldst Thou have Thy servant do
Before I hence depart?
How shall I serve Thy church, and where?
The thing, the time, the means declare,
And teach my listening heart.
What wouldst Thou have Thy servant do
Before I hence depart?
How shall I serve Thy church, and where?
The thing, the time, the means declare,
And teach my listening heart.
Thrust out from them I served so long,
I dare not strive against the wrong,
But silently resign
The charge I never could forsake,
And give my dearest children back
Into the hands Divine.
I dare not strive against the wrong,
But silently resign
The charge I never could forsake,
And give my dearest children back
Into the hands Divine.
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Where first I preach'd the word of grace,
If now I have no longer place,
By my own flesh unknown,
Thy secret hand in all I see,
Thy will be done, whate'er it be,
Thy welcome will be done.
If now I have no longer place,
By my own flesh unknown,
Thy secret hand in all I see,
Thy will be done, whate'er it be,
Thy welcome will be done.
Free for whate'er Thy love ordains,
I offer up my life's remains
To be for Thee employ'd:
My little strength can little do,
Yet would I in Thy service true,
Devote it all to God.
I offer up my life's remains
To be for Thee employ'd:
My little strength can little do,
Yet would I in Thy service true,
Devote it all to God.
Wilt Thou not, Lord, my offer take?
Canst Thou in helpless age forsake
The creature of Thy will?
My strength is spent in the best cause:
Thy zealous messenger I was;
I am Thy servant still.
Canst Thou in helpless age forsake
The creature of Thy will?
My strength is spent in the best cause:
Thy zealous messenger I was;
I am Thy servant still.
Master, be Thou my might, my mouth,
And send me forth to north or south,
To farthest east or west;
Be Thou my guide to worlds unknown:
Rest to my flesh I covet none,
But give my spirit rest.
And send me forth to north or south,
To farthest east or west;
Be Thou my guide to worlds unknown:
Rest to my flesh I covet none,
But give my spirit rest.
My rest on earth to toil for Thee,
My whole delight and business be
To minister Thy word,
For Thee immortal souls to win,
And make the wretched slaves of sin
The freemen of my Lord.
My whole delight and business be
To minister Thy word,
For Thee immortal souls to win,
And make the wretched slaves of sin
The freemen of my Lord.
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Witness and messenger of peace,
I only languish to decrease
In trumpeting Thy name,
I only live to preach Thy death,
And publish with my latest breath
The glories of the Lamb.
I only languish to decrease
In trumpeting Thy name,
I only live to preach Thy death,
And publish with my latest breath
The glories of the Lamb.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |