The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

I want that pure acquaintance
With Him, the pardoning God;
Thou Giver of repentance,
Increase my mournful load.
Pursue Thy controversy,
Nor suffer me to rest,
Till crying on for mercy,
I find it in Thy breast.

The Spirit of revelation,
Jesus, Thy gift I own;
Thy Father's kind compassion,
Thou only canst make known.
The Lamb for sinners dying,
Who turn'd His wrath aside,
Thou by Thy blood's applying,
Must speak Him pacified.

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To me, by Thy own presence,
Thy smiling Father show,
The knowledge of His essence,
The' eternal life bestow:
This unbelieving nature,
This heart of stone remove,
And tell Thy ransom'd creature,
That God in Thee is love.

Then shall my soul recover
Its long-forgotten peace,
The' intestine war is over,
And all my troubles cease:
With joyful acclamation,
The heavenly port I gain,
The uttermost salvation,
And in Thy vision reign.

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