 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
A POOR SINNER.
Jesu, my Strength, my Hope,
On Thee I cast my care;
With humble confidence look up,
And know Thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on Thee to wait
Till I can all things do,
On Thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
On Thee I cast my care;
With humble confidence look up,
And know Thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on Thee to wait
Till I can all things do,
On Thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
I rest upon Thy word,
The promise is for me;
My succour and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee.
But let me still abide,
Nor from my Hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.
The promise is for me;
My succour and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee.
But let me still abide,
Nor from my Hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.
I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
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To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.
I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
I want an heart to pray,
To pray and never cease;
Never to murmur at Thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less.
This blessing above all,
Always to pray, I want,
Out of the deep on Thee to call,
And never, never faint.
To pray and never cease;
Never to murmur at Thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less.
This blessing above all,
Always to pray, I want,
Out of the deep on Thee to call,
And never, never faint.
I want a true regard,
A single steady aim
(Unmoved by threatening or reward)
To Thee and Thy great name;
A jealous, just concern
For Thine immortal praise,
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify Thy grace.
A single steady aim
(Unmoved by threatening or reward)
To Thee and Thy great name;
A jealous, just concern
For Thine immortal praise,
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify Thy grace.
I want with all my heart
Thy pleasure to fulfil,
To know myself, and what Thou art,
And what Thy perfect will.
I want I know not what,
I want my wants to see,
I want,—alas! what want I not,
When Thou art not in me!
Thy pleasure to fulfil,
To know myself, and what Thou art,
And what Thy perfect will.
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I want my wants to see,
I want,—alas! what want I not,
When Thou art not in me!
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