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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
COME, LORD JESUS!
When, dearest Lord, when shall it be
That I shall find my all in Thee?
The fulness of Thy promise prove,
The seal of Thine eternal love?
That I shall find my all in Thee?
The fulness of Thy promise prove,
The seal of Thine eternal love?
A poor, blind child, I wander here,
If haply I may feel Thee near;
O dark, dark, dark (I still must say)
Amidst the blaze of Gospel day!
If haply I may feel Thee near;
O dark, dark, dark (I still must say)
Amidst the blaze of Gospel day!
Thee, only Thee, I fain would find,
I cast the world and flesh behind;
Thou, only Thou, to me be given,
Of all Thou hast in earth or heaven.
I cast the world and flesh behind;
Thou, only Thou, to me be given,
Of all Thou hast in earth or heaven.
All earthly comforts I disdain;
They shall not rob me of my pain,
Or make me senseless of my load,
Or less disconsolate for God.
They shall not rob me of my pain,
Or make me senseless of my load,
Or less disconsolate for God.
Rather let all the creatures take
Their miserable comforts back,
With every vain relief depart,
And leave me to my broken heart.
Their miserable comforts back,
With every vain relief depart,
And leave me to my broken heart.
Leave me, my friends, the mourner leave;
For God, and not for you, I grieve;
My weakness, O ye strong, despise,
My foolish ignorance, ye wise.
For God, and not for you, I grieve;
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My foolish ignorance, ye wise.
Let all my father's children be
Still angry, still displeased with me,
Disclaim, dishonour, and disown;
I would be poor, forlorn, alone.
Still angry, still displeased with me,
Disclaim, dishonour, and disown;
I would be poor, forlorn, alone.
A child, a fool, a thing of nought,
Abhorr'd, neglected, and forgot,
Contemn'd, abandon'd, and distrest,
Till I from mortal man have ceased.
Abhorr'd, neglected, and forgot,
Contemn'd, abandon'd, and distrest,
Till I from mortal man have ceased.
When from the arm of flesh set free,
Jesu, my soul shall fly to Thee;
Jesu, when I have lost my all,
My soul shall on Thy bosom fall.
Jesu, my soul shall fly to Thee;
Jesu, when I have lost my all,
My soul shall on Thy bosom fall.
When man forsakes Thou wilt not leave,
Ready the outcasts to receive,
Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to Thee are known.
Ready the outcasts to receive,
Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to Thee are known.
Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
An helpless soul that comes to Thee
With only sin and misery.
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
An helpless soul that comes to Thee
With only sin and misery.
Lord, I am sick; my sickness cure:
I want; do Thou enrich the poor:
Under Thy mighty hand I stoop;
O lift the abject sinner up!
I want; do Thou enrich the poor:
Under Thy mighty hand I stoop;
O lift the abject sinner up!
Lord, I am blind; be Thou my sight:
Lord, I am weak; be Thou my might:
An Helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in Thee.
Lord, I am weak; be Thou my might:
An Helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in Thee.
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