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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
1442.
[Where is my power to watch and pray]
Your goodness is as a morning cloud.
—vi. 4.
Where is my power to watch and pray,
And live for God alone?
The morning cloud is pass'd away,
And all my goodness gone:
I sink again, to idols join'd,
And let my God depart;
And not one good desire I find,
In this poor, desperate heart.
And live for God alone?
The morning cloud is pass'd away,
And all my goodness gone:
I sink again, to idols join'd,
And let my God depart;
And not one good desire I find,
In this poor, desperate heart.
What can I do but lay me down,
In darkness, sin, and shame?
Beneath my Saviour's angry frown,
Beneath His feet I am:
Left to myself, I never more
One good desire shall feel,
Unless the sinner He restore,
And save, because He will.
In darkness, sin, and shame?
Beneath my Saviour's angry frown,
Beneath His feet I am:
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One good desire shall feel,
Unless the sinner He restore,
And save, because He will.
But if for me His bowels plead,
My soul He yet shall raise—
The fulness of His power to spread,
The freeness of His grace.
Fix'd by the presence of His love,
The morning cloud shall stay,
Or only pass away to' improve
Into the perfect day.
My soul He yet shall raise—
The fulness of His power to spread,
The freeness of His grace.
Fix'd by the presence of His love,
The morning cloud shall stay,
Or only pass away to' improve
Into the perfect day.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |