The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Mysterious One in Three,
Must I perish unrestored,
Through ignorance of Thee?
Still a dying sinner spare,
Till Thou from all my sins release:
Triune God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

In a dreary vale of woe
I long have lived in pain,
Follow'd on the Lord to know,
But follow'd on in vain:
Still, alas, I know not where
To find Thee whom my lips confess:
Triune God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Thou in mortal flesh reveal'd
Didst hear the beggar's cry,
Speak the felon's pardon seal'd
When at the point to die:
Thou didst on Thy body bear
The weight of my unrighteousness:
Triune God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Poor and blind, condemn'd and lost,
Thy ransom'd creature own;
Father, send the Holy Ghost,
And send in Him Thy Son,

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By the' indwelling Comforter
Renew me in Thy holiness;
Triune God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Father, Son, and Spirit, descend
Into my panting heart,
All my sins and griefs to end,
Come tell me who Thou art;
Stamp me with Thy character
An heir of everlasting bliss;
Triune God, regard my prayer,
And bid me die in peace.

Give me to believe aright,
And then from earth remove,
Swallow up my faith in sight
My hope in heavenly love;
Thou who didst my place prepare,
Prepare my soul Thyself to see;
Triune God, regard my prayer,
And take me up to Thee.

University of Virginia Library

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[Holy, holy, holy Lord]