The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

That finish'd holiness,
My calling's prize I see,
Consummate love, and perfect peace,
And spotless purity.
The nature and the mind,
And image of my Lord,
I follow on with Christ to find,
With paradise restored.

In all the works of faith
My object I pursue,
And strive in duty's narrow path,
To keep the prize in view.
In sure and patient hope
I grasp the crown above,
And strain to reach the mountain top
In all the toils of love.

I urge the race begun,
The cross of Jesus bear,
And fight, and strive, and wrestle on
In agony of prayer;
In Jesu's footsteps tread,
Hard following after God,
Partake the travail of my Head,
And sweat His sweat of blood.

A thousand times I faint,
Yet rise with spirit new,

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With warmer zeal, and keener want,
My Saviour to pursue.
Saviour, my all Thou art,
Enter this struggling breast,
And bid me now in peace depart
To love's eternal rest.

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