The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Saviour, I know Thy gracious will,
Thou waitest for admittance still,
Thy knock, Thy mercy's voice I hear,
And open wide my heart sincere,
I use the power my Lord doth give,
And gladly now Thyself receive.

Enter with all Thy fulness in,
And cast out this intruder sin,
Challenge Thy dear-bought property,
And pleased with what Thou bring'st to me,
(The good which comes from Thee alone,)
Vouchsafe to banquet on Thine own.

Nothing have I to offer Thee
But wretchedness and poverty:
O wouldst Thou in Thy servant find
The lowly, meek, and patient mind,
Dispread Thine image o'er my breast,
And on Thy own perfection feast.

Then should I with my Saviour sup,
To the third heaven at last caught up,
Obtain the bliss begun below,
(The bliss I now would die to know,)
Sit down, O King of saints, with Thee,
And feast to all eternity.

University of Virginia Library

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[Saviour, I know Thy gracious will]