The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Thy counsel is, to save me now
From every act of sin;
Nor will I, Lord, the least allow,
Or touch the thing unclean:
Surrounded with ten thousand snares,
I shall not, cannot fall,

While hanging on the arm that bears
My soul above them all.

In Thee my Saviour I confide,
By my own sin beset,
And lay it easily aside,
And spurn it at my feet;
It shall no more dominion have,
Or captivate my will,
For Thou art ever near to save,
For Thou art Jesus still.

Believing all Thy fulness mine,
Nor earth nor hell I fear,
Kept by omnipotence Divine
To full salvation here:
The thing for which I dare believe
I shall at last obtain,
And, when Thine image I retrieve,
With Thee in glory reign.

University of Virginia Library

1023.

[Thy counsel is, to save me now]