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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
MY LORD AND MY GOD.
[John xx. 28.]
O thou whom fain my soul would love,
Whom I would gladly die to know,
This veil of unbelief remove,
And show me, all Thy goodness show:
Jesu, Thyself in me reveal,
Tell me Thy name, Thy nature tell.
Whom I would gladly die to know,
This veil of unbelief remove,
And show me, all Thy goodness show:
Jesu, Thyself in me reveal,
Tell me Thy name, Thy nature tell.
Hast Thou been with me, Lord, so long?
Yet Thee, my Lord, have I not known?
I claim Thee with a faltering tongue,
I pray Thee in a feeble groan:
Tell me, O tell me who Thou art,
And speak Thy name into my heart.
Yet Thee, my Lord, have I not known?
I claim Thee with a faltering tongue,
I pray Thee in a feeble groan:
Tell me, O tell me who Thou art,
And speak Thy name into my heart.
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If now Thou talkest by the way
With such an abject worm as me,
Thy mysteries of grace display,
Open mine eyes that I may see,
That I may understand Thy word,
And now cry out, It is the Lord!
With such an abject worm as me,
Thy mysteries of grace display,
Open mine eyes that I may see,
That I may understand Thy word,
And now cry out, It is the Lord!
I know Him by those prints of love,
His bleeding wounds are open wide;
Through faith I handle Him, and prove,
I thrust my hand into His side,
I feel the sprinkling of His blood:
Jesu, Thou art my Lord, my God!
His bleeding wounds are open wide;
Through faith I handle Him, and prove,
I thrust my hand into His side,
I feel the sprinkling of His blood:
Jesu, Thou art my Lord, my God!
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |