The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
1030.
[Me if to myself Thou leave]
Me if to myself Thou leave,
I cannot, Lord, aspire;
Cannot one good thought conceive,
Or one sincere desire.
But if by Thy light I know
My nature's desperate helplessness,
Thou who dost the want bestow
Wilt give the wanted grace.
I cannot, Lord, aspire;
Cannot one good thought conceive,
Or one sincere desire.
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My nature's desperate helplessness,
Thou who dost the want bestow
Wilt give the wanted grace.
That I heavenward may move,
The motion now begin;
Draw me by the cords of love,
Out of the toils of sin.
Draw me to the land unknown,
Beyond the world and Satan's power
Then I after Thee shall run,
And never linger more.
The motion now begin;
Draw me by the cords of love,
Out of the toils of sin.
Draw me to the land unknown,
Beyond the world and Satan's power
Then I after Thee shall run,
And never linger more.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||