The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

My time is in Thy hand, O Lord,
Thy time is not in mine;
When, as Thou wilt, fulfil the word,
The hallowing word Divine.
Earnest I knock at mercy's gate,
Till Thou the blessing give;
And, patient on my Saviour wait
Thine image to retrieve.

Jesus, the good Thy saints desire,
The reigning power, art Thou;
And may I not of Thee inquire,
Wilt Thou restore it now?
I may, I must inquire of Thee,
And then the time submit;
And lie with meek humility,
Expecting at Thy feet.

I dare not my own soul deceive,
With blind presumption say,
“Now, now Thou shalt this moment give,
I will no longer stay.”
Through faith the promise I obtain,
But not through faith alone;
Patience must join, the prize to gain,
And make Thee all my own.

University of Virginia Library

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[My time is in Thy hand, O Lord]