The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
V.
[What shall I do to love Thee]
What shall I do to love Thee,
Who perfect goodness art?
Let Thy own nature move Thee
To tell my listening heart:
To Thee its pining anguish,
Its every wish is known;
In life, in death, I languish
To love my God alone.
Who perfect goodness art?
Let Thy own nature move Thee
To tell my listening heart:
To Thee its pining anguish,
Its every wish is known;
In life, in death, I languish
To love my God alone.
Weary alas! of living
A stranger to my Lord,
Yet still in darkness cleaving
To Thy most faithful word,
The blessing I implore,
The gift of righteousness,
And knock at mercy's door
And seek the promised grace.
A stranger to my Lord,
Yet still in darkness cleaving
To Thy most faithful word,
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The gift of righteousness,
And knock at mercy's door
And seek the promised grace.
Surrounded with temptations
I for Thy coming stay,
Possess my soul in patience,
And long to see Thy day:
O when shall Thy appearance
Bid all my troubles cease,
And crown my perseverance
With true, eternal peace?
I for Thy coming stay,
Possess my soul in patience,
And long to see Thy day:
O when shall Thy appearance
Bid all my troubles cease,
And crown my perseverance
With true, eternal peace?
O could I once behold Thee
The joy of those above,
In arms of faith enfold Thee
The object of my love,
With humblest adoration
I should my soul resign,
And glory in salvation
Through endless ages mine!
The joy of those above,
In arms of faith enfold Thee
The object of my love,
With humblest adoration
I should my soul resign,
And glory in salvation
Through endless ages mine!
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||