 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
WAITING FOR CHRIST THE PROPHET.
Prophet, sent from God above
To teach His perfect will,
Lo! I wait to learn Thy love,
I tremble, and am still;
To Thy guidance I submit,
All my soul to Thee I bow;
See me sitting at Thy feet:
Speak, Lord, I hear Thee now.
To teach His perfect will,
Lo! I wait to learn Thy love,
I tremble, and am still;
To Thy guidance I submit,
All my soul to Thee I bow;
See me sitting at Thy feet:
Speak, Lord, I hear Thee now.
From the idle babbler, man,
Behold I turn away,
Trample on the fairest plan
That human wit can lay:
Foolish am I still, and blind,
Till the Truth itself impart,
Chase the darkness from my mind,
And shine within my heart.
Behold I turn away,
Trample on the fairest plan
That human wit can lay:
Foolish am I still, and blind,
Till the Truth itself impart,
Chase the darkness from my mind,
And shine within my heart.
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What avails the creature's strife,
When Thou, and only Thou,
Hast the words of endless life!
(O could I hear them now!)
Mighty Thou in word and deed,
Thou my only Teacher be;
Thou, by Thine anointing, lead
A soul that seeks to Thee.
When Thou, and only Thou,
Hast the words of endless life!
(O could I hear them now!)
Mighty Thou in word and deed,
Thou my only Teacher be;
Thou, by Thine anointing, lead
A soul that seeks to Thee.
I from outward things withdraw,
No help in them is found;
At Thy mouth I seek the law,
I listen for the sound
Which shall all my griefs control,
Empty me at once and fill,
Calm the tempest in my soul,
And bid the sea be still.
No help in them is found;
At Thy mouth I seek the law,
I listen for the sound
Which shall all my griefs control,
Empty me at once and fill,
Calm the tempest in my soul,
And bid the sea be still.
Ah! my Lord, if Thou art near
And knockest at the door,
Let me now my Prophet hear,
And keep Thee out no more:
Be reveal'd, Thou heavenly Guest,
To consume the Man of Sin;
Take possession of my breast,
Come in, my Lord, come in.
And knockest at the door,
Let me now my Prophet hear,
And keep Thee out no more:
Be reveal'd, Thou heavenly Guest,
To consume the Man of Sin;
Take possession of my breast,
Come in, my Lord, come in.
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