Wesley Corpus

Page 122 Till thou my spotless soul dismiss To joys unspeakable, 'Till thou in that glad day Make all thy glories known, And to the heavenly house convey, And bid me share thy throne. Jesus, my faithful guide, For thy advice I stay, Who wilt not let me wander wide Of thy appointed way: 'Till thou reveal thy will, In calm uncertainty I know not what to do, but still Mine eyes are fixt on thee. 'Till thou direction send, Delightfully resign'd I mark the openings, and attend The tokens of thy mind; What thou wouldst have me do By plainest signs to prove I wait; and step by step pursue The leadings of thy love. Saviour, I would not take One step in life, alone, Or dare the smallest motion make Without thy counsel known: Thee I my Lord confess, In every thing I see, And thou by thine unerring grace Shalt order all for me. Surely thou wilt provide The place thou knowst I need, The solitary place to hide Thy hoary servant's head; Page 123 Where a few moments more Expecting my release, I may my father's God adore, And then depart in peace. What matters it to me, When a few days are past, Where I shall end my misery, Where I shall breathe my last? The meanest house or cot The hoary hairs may screen Of one who would be clean forgot, And live and die unseen. Expos'd I long have been In this bleak vale of tears, Midst scenes of vanity and sin Consum'd my threescore years: I turn my face aside, Sick of beholding more, And wish the latest storm t' outride, And reach the happy shore. As dead already here, Without desire or hope, 'Till from this earth I disappear, I give the creature up, In temporal despair Contentedly abide, And in my flesh the tokens bear Of Jesus crucified. A prisoner of the Lord, Where he appoints I wait, In age to be renew'd, restor'd To my unsinning state, Page 124 My only want I feel Jesus my peace to know, In him to live, in him to dwell, And die to all below.