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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
A PRAYER FOR HUMILITY.
O my Father and my God,
Look upon Thine helpless child!
Thou hast laid aside Thy rod,
Thou in Christ art reconciled:
Hear me then, my Father, hear,
Good and gracious as Thou art,
Fill me with an holy fear,
Give me, Lord, an humble heart.
Look upon Thine helpless child!
Thou hast laid aside Thy rod,
Thou in Christ art reconciled:
Hear me then, my Father, hear,
Good and gracious as Thou art,
Fill me with an holy fear,
Give me, Lord, an humble heart.
O! 'tis all I want below,
Jesus and myself to feel;
Only sin and grace to know,
All the good and all the ill.
Show me, Father, what I am;
Show me what in Christ Thou art,
All my glory, all my shame;
Give me, Lord, an humble heart.
Jesus and myself to feel;
Only sin and grace to know,
All the good and all the ill.
Show me, Father, what I am;
Show me what in Christ Thou art,
All my glory, all my shame;
Give me, Lord, an humble heart.
Listen to my ceaseless cries;
Mean and little may I be,
Base and vile in my own eyes,
Grieved at my own misery.
Show, and then my sickness cure;
Make me know as I am known,
Wound my spirit, make me poor,
Break, O break this heart of stone.
Mean and little may I be,
Base and vile in my own eyes,
Grieved at my own misery.
Show, and then my sickness cure;
Make me know as I am known,
Wound my spirit, make me poor,
Break, O break this heart of stone.
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Dust and ashes is my name;
Sinful dust and ashes, I
Back return from whence I came,
Earth to earth I sink, and die.
Abject I, yet haughty too,
Nothing of my own possess,
Nothing of myself can do,
Proud of sin and proud of grace.
Sinful dust and ashes, I
Back return from whence I came,
Earth to earth I sink, and die.
Abject I, yet haughty too,
Nothing of my own possess,
Nothing of myself can do,
Proud of sin and proud of grace.
O the curse, the plague I feel,
By the demon Pride pursued!
Proud to see I merit hell,
Proud I am that God is good,
Proud that Thou my works hast wrought,
Proud that I was justified,
Proud in every word and thought;
All my fallen soul is pride.
By the demon Pride pursued!
Proud to see I merit hell,
Proud I am that God is good,
Proud that Thou my works hast wrought,
Proud that I was justified,
Proud in every word and thought;
All my fallen soul is pride.
My own glory still I seek,
Still I covet human praise,
Still in all I do, or speak,
Thee I wrong, and rob Thy grace;
Nature will usurp a share,
Fondly of Thy graces boast,
Needlessly Thy gifts declare,
Needlessly declared and lost.
Still I covet human praise,
Still in all I do, or speak,
Thee I wrong, and rob Thy grace;
Nature will usurp a share,
Fondly of Thy graces boast,
Needlessly Thy gifts declare,
Needlessly declared and lost.
And must that which is so good
Evil prove to helpless me?
Poison shall I draw from food,
Sin from grace, and pride from Thee?
O forbid it, humble love;
Hide me, O my Father, hide;
Far away this snare remove,
Save me from the demon Pride.
Evil prove to helpless me?
Poison shall I draw from food,
Sin from grace, and pride from Thee?
O forbid it, humble love;
Hide me, O my Father, hide;
Far away this snare remove,
Save me from the demon Pride.
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Wean my soul, and keep it low;
Do not with Thy gifts destroy;
Lowliness of heart bestow,
Give me this, or take my joy:
If with me Thou wilt not stay,
Let my comfort all depart;
Take my joy and peace away,
Leave me but an humble heart.
Do not with Thy gifts destroy;
Lowliness of heart bestow,
Give me this, or take my joy:
If with me Thou wilt not stay,
Let my comfort all depart;
Take my joy and peace away,
Leave me but an humble heart.
Father, hear; to Thee I cry,
Thee in Jesu's name conjure,
With my one request comply,
Make me humble, make me poor;
This of all Thy gifts impart:
When I am of this possest,
When Thou giv'st an humble heart,
If Thou canst, withhold the rest.
Thee in Jesu's name conjure,
With my one request comply,
Make me humble, make me poor;
This of all Thy gifts impart:
When I am of this possest,
When Thou giv'st an humble heart,
If Thou canst, withhold the rest.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |