Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1742 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-085 |
| Words | 394 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
See thy poor afflicted child, Patient, and resign'd in pain, Let me wander o'er the wild, Never more will I complain, Here forever let me stay, Only give me power to pray. Let the pangs that fill my breast Fully all to thee be known, Griefs that cannot be exprest Let me tell thee in a groan, Haste to help me, or delay, Only give me power to pray. Grant me comfort, or deny, Visit, or from me depart, Only let thy Spirit cry, Abba Father, in my heart; Abba Father, would I say, Only give me power to pray. Submission. When, my Saviour, shall I be Perfectly resign'd to thee! Poor, and vile in my own eyes, Only in thy wisdom wise , Only thee content to know, Ignorant of all below, Only guided by thy light, Only mighty in thy might. Take my nature's strength away, Every comfort, every stay, Every hindrance of thy love, All my power to act or move, Fain I would be truly still, Fain I would be without will, Page 153 Simple, innocent, and free, Free from all that is not thee. Weaken, bring me down to nought, Captivate my every thought, Take the future from my view, All thy love intends to do; Let me to thy goodness leave When, and what thou art to give, All thy works to thee are known, Let thy blessed will be done. Is it not enough that I Now can "Abba Father" cry? I am now a child of God, Bought, and sprinkled with thy blood? Lord, it doth not yet appear, What I surely shall be here, When thou shalt unfold the word: Only make me as my Lord. So I may thy Spirit know, Let him as he listeth blow, Let the manner be unknown, So I may with thee be one. Fully in my life express All the heights of holiness, Sweetly in my spirit prove All the depths of humble love. For a Sick Friend. See, gracious Lord, with pitying eyes, Beneath thine45 hand a sufferer lies, Thy mercy not thine anger proves, And sick he is whom Jesus loves. 45"Thine" changed to "thy" in 2nd edn. (1745) and following. Page 154 His to thine own afflictions join, Accept, exalt, and count them thine, Thy passion which remains fulfil, And suffer in thy members still.