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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HEBREWS XII. 2.
“Looking unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith.”
Weary of struggling with my pain,
Hopeless to burst my nature's chain,
Hardly I give the contest o'er,
I seek to free myself no more.
Hopeless to burst my nature's chain,
Hardly I give the contest o'er,
I seek to free myself no more.
From my own works at last I cease,
God that creates must seal my peace;
Fruitless my toil and vain my care,
And all my fitness is despair.
God that creates must seal my peace;
Fruitless my toil and vain my care,
And all my fitness is despair.
Lord, I despair myself to heal:
I see my sin, but cannot feel;
I cannot, till Thy Spirit blow,
And bid the' obedient waters flow.
I see my sin, but cannot feel;
I cannot, till Thy Spirit blow,
And bid the' obedient waters flow.
'Tis Thine a heart of flesh to give;
Thy gifts I only can receive:
Here then to Thee I all resign;
To draw, redeem, and seal is Thine.
Thy gifts I only can receive:
Here then to Thee I all resign;
To draw, redeem, and seal is Thine.
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With simple faith, to Thee I call,
My Light, my Life, my Lord, my All:
I wait the moving of the pool;
I wait the word that speaks me whole.
My Light, my Life, my Lord, my All:
I wait the moving of the pool;
I wait the word that speaks me whole.
Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure,
Make my infected nature pure;
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart,
And pour Thyself into my heart.
Make my infected nature pure;
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart,
And pour Thyself into my heart.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |