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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
1073.
[Thou dost indeed conceal Thy face]
Thou dost indeed conceal Thy face,
Even from the people of Thy love,
Abate the rapturous sense of grace,
Their faith and patient hope to prove;
To make them trust a God unseen,
And know themselves to be but men.
Even from the people of Thy love,
Abate the rapturous sense of grace,
Their faith and patient hope to prove;
To make them trust a God unseen,
And know themselves to be but men.
If Thou my pardoning God appear,
In pleasant ways I hasten on;
If Thou withdraw Thy comforts here,
I walk by naked faith alone,
I ask, What makes my Lord depart?
I miss Thy presence from my heart.
In pleasant ways I hasten on;
If Thou withdraw Thy comforts here,
I walk by naked faith alone,
I ask, What makes my Lord depart?
I miss Thy presence from my heart.
O that I every moment might
Thy presence, or Thy absence, feel!
Walk on triumphant in Thy light,
Or desolate in darkness dwell;
Happy in Thy enjoyment be,
Or wretched through the want of Thee.
Thy presence, or Thy absence, feel!
Walk on triumphant in Thy light,
Or desolate in darkness dwell;
Happy in Thy enjoyment be,
Or wretched through the want of Thee.
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Only from sin my soul restrain,
Restrain'd from sin I ask no more;
But suffering like the Mournful Man,
My Pattern on the cross adore,
A moment with my Saviour grieve,
In endless joy with Thee to live.
Restrain'd from sin I ask no more;
But suffering like the Mournful Man,
My Pattern on the cross adore,
A moment with my Saviour grieve,
In endless joy with Thee to live.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||