The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

What shall I do to love Thee
Who lov'st my soul so well?
Saviour, will nothing move Thee
Thy goodness to reveal?
Without the revelation
So dearly purchased I
In final condemnation
Must sink, despair, and die.

Wretched, and miserable,
Naked, and poor, and blind,
Thou know'st me quite unable
Thy precious love to find,
Unless, my heavenly Lover,
The bleeding mystery
Thou in my heart discover,
And show Thyself to me.

The cause of my salvation
Must all in Thee be found;
Stir up Thy own compassion,
And let Thy bowels sound:
I faint, for mercy crying
As with my latest groan,
I in my blood am dying
For whom Thou pour'dst Thine own.

O by Thy bloody offering
By all Thy pangs redeem
A sinful soul from suffering
That punishment extreme:

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Unworthy of Thy favour,
The vilest of the race,
Undone, undone for ever,
If banish'd from Thy face.

From Thee I must be driven
To that infernal grave,
Unless Thy love be given
The sinner here to save:
Thy love alone can part me
From every sin abhorr'd,
Into a saint convert me,
A transcript of my Lord.

Thy love so strong and fervent
To this poor soul is vain,
Unless Thou help Thy servant
To love my God again:
The' inestimable blessing
For Thy own sake bestow,
While peace and joy unceasing
My loving heart o'erflow.

The' affectionate sensation
If Thou hast bought for me,
Of Thy mysterious passion
The end accomplish'd see,
Fulfil my sole desire
Thy hidden love to taste,
And then my soul require,
And let me breathe my last.

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[What shall I do to love Thee]