The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
809.
[Surrounded, sunk in deepest night]
We cannot order our speech by reason of, &c.
—xxxvii. 19.
Surrounded, sunk in deepest night,
To God how can I speak aright,
In order all my wants declare,
Or offer an accepted prayer?
Alas, I know not what to say,
I know not how to plead or pray,
Unless He hears His Spirit's groan,
And God replies, It is My Son!
To God how can I speak aright,
In order all my wants declare,
Or offer an accepted prayer?
Alas, I know not what to say,
I know not how to plead or pray,
Unless He hears His Spirit's groan,
And God replies, It is My Son!
With darkness palpable oppress'd,
Father, I would Thy grace request;
But what, and when, and how I leave,
And wait Thy time and way to give:
I neither speech nor utterance find,
But, Lord, Thou know'st Thy Spirit's mind,
Thou know'st my Surety on the tree,
And all He purchased there for me.
Father, I would Thy grace request;
But what, and when, and how I leave,
And wait Thy time and way to give:
I neither speech nor utterance find,
But, Lord, Thou know'st Thy Spirit's mind,
Thou know'st my Surety on the tree,
And all He purchased there for me.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||