The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

To Thee, my Lord, my Rock, I cry,
Ah! do not Thou reject my prayer:
My prayer if Thou reject, I die,
Like those who perish in despair,
The unbeliever's doom I meet,
And sink into the burning pit.

The voice of my complaint attend,
While earnest I implore Thy grace,
While at Thy feet my soul I bend,
And worship towards Thy holy place,
Lift up my heart, and humbly claim
Thy pardoning love in Jesu's name.

With sinners sweep me not away,
False workers of iniquity,
Whose souls Thou wilt for ever slay,
Because Thy works they will not see,
Or mercy at Thy hands receive,
Or timely come to Thee, and live.

Bless'd be the Lord! for He hath heard
The voice of my continued prayer;
I thought He would at last regard
A soul that cast on Him his care:
On Him I with my heart believed,
And I am help'd, and I am saved.

Wherefore my heart with joy is fill'd,
And dances to the Saviour's name;
He is my more than sevenfold Shield;
In songs my Helper I proclaim,
The strength of all that trust in Him,
All-good, almighty to redeem!

Thou Strength of Thine anointed ones!
Thine own persist to save and bless,
Cherish, and raise us up, Thy sons,
To perfect power and perfect peace;
Exalt us all on earth to prove
Thine height of everlasting love.

University of Virginia Library

PSALM XXVIII.

[To Thee, my Lord, my Rock, I cry]