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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN VI. FOR A BELIEVER, IN WORLDLY BUSINESS.
Lo! I come with joy to do
The Master's blessed will,
Him in outward works pursue,
And serve His pleasure still;
Faithful to my Lord's commands,
I still would choose the better part:
Serve with careful Martha's hands,
And humble Mary's heart.
The Master's blessed will,
Him in outward works pursue,
And serve His pleasure still;
Faithful to my Lord's commands,
I still would choose the better part:
Serve with careful Martha's hands,
And humble Mary's heart.
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Careful, without care I am,
Nor feel my happy toil,
Kept in peace by Jesu's name,
Supported by His smile;
Joyful thus my faith to show,
I find His service my reward;
Every work I do below,
I do it to the Lord.
Nor feel my happy toil,
Kept in peace by Jesu's name,
Supported by His smile;
Joyful thus my faith to show,
I find His service my reward;
Every work I do below,
I do it to the Lord.
Thou, O Lord, in tender love
Dost all my burdens bear,
Lift my heart to things above,
And fix it ever there:
Calm on tumult's wheel I sit,
'Midst busy multitudes, alone,
Sweetly waiting at Thy feet,
Till all Thy will be done.
Dost all my burdens bear,
Lift my heart to things above,
And fix it ever there:
Calm on tumult's wheel I sit,
'Midst busy multitudes, alone,
Sweetly waiting at Thy feet,
Till all Thy will be done.
To the desert, or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Unhurt, unspotted, I:
Here I find an house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire,
Walking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsumed in fire.
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Unhurt, unspotted, I:
Here I find an house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire,
Walking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsumed in fire.
Thou, O Lord, my portion art,
Before I hence remove!
Now my treasure and my heart
Is all laid up above;
Far above these earthly things
(While yet my hands are here employ'd)
Sees my soul the King of kings
And freely talks with God.
Before I hence remove!
Now my treasure and my heart
Is all laid up above;
Far above these earthly things
(While yet my hands are here employ'd)
Sees my soul the King of kings
And freely talks with God.
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O that all the art might know,
Of living thus to Thee:
Find their heaven begun below,
And here Thy goodness see:
Walk in all the works prepared
By Thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see Thy glorious face.
Of living thus to Thee:
Find their heaven begun below,
And here Thy goodness see:
Walk in all the works prepared
By Thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see Thy glorious face.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |