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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
1163.
[How should I know unless from Thee]
How should I know unless from Thee,
That Thou art still a God unknown?
Made conscious of my misery,
Thy Spirit's absence I bemoan:
For O! in tenderness of love,
Thou dost my unbelief reveal;
The thick religious veil remove,
And show me all my nature's hell.
That Thou art still a God unknown?
Made conscious of my misery,
Thy Spirit's absence I bemoan:
For O! in tenderness of love,
Thou dost my unbelief reveal;
The thick religious veil remove,
And show me all my nature's hell.
Dark as the shades of endless night,
Wrapp'd in impenetrable gloom,
After the true, eternal Light
I feel, oppress'd till Jesus come;
Till Christ, the glory of the Lord,
His beatific Self impart,
And speak the faith-creating word,
And rise illustrious in my heart.
Wrapp'd in impenetrable gloom,
After the true, eternal Light
I feel, oppress'd till Jesus come;
Till Christ, the glory of the Lord,
His beatific Self impart,
And speak the faith-creating word,
And rise illustrious in my heart.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||