The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

I seem desirous to repent,
But cannot, without Thee,
Soften the stony, or lament
My own obduracy.
Gladly I would Thy word believe,
My dear Redeemer know,
But neither can rejoice, nor grieve,
Till Thou the power bestow.

I would, more sensibly distress'd
Throughout this evil day,
Struggle to utter my request,
But cannot, cannot pray,
Until the Spirit from on high
His needful aid impart,
And raise a supplicating cry
Within my broken heart.

My want of thankfulness, and love,
And every grace I own,
Nor will the mountains e'er remove,
Till Thou, my God, come down;

Till Thou Thine own desires fulfil,
Thyself to sinners join,
And kindly work in me to will,
And do the will Divine.

University of Virginia Library

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[I seem desirous to repent]