Wesley Corpus

If in the vale of tears thy will Appoints him to continue still, O sanctify his pain, And let him patiently submit, To suffer as thy love sees fit, And never once complain. O let him look to thee alone, (That all thy will on him be done His only pleasure be) Alike resign'd, to live, or die, As most thy name may glorify, To live or die to thee. 43Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Shent, 158a-158b; and MS Thirty, 121-22. Page 68 For One in Doubt. Hymn I.44 Ah! Woe is me, condemn'd to bear The living death of lingring hope; In vain I labour to despair, To give my life, my Saviour up, Still on the rack of doubt I lie, Nor can I live, nor can I die. Is there a soul on this side hell, So fallen, and so foul as mine! But O! 'Tis just whate'er I feel I dare not at my doom repine, More I deserve, if more can be, His plagues are all too light for me. Yet let me urge my one request, Most foul, and fallen as I am, I ask not, Lord, relief and rest, But end, or plunge me in my shame, Now, Saviour, now conclude the strife, And turn the scale for death, or life. Ah! Do not let me longer live Stretch'd on this rack of doubt and fear, Against, or with me sentence give, My judge, or Advocate appear, Now, let me now thy pleasure feel, And rise to heaven, or sink to hell. For One in Doubt. Hymn II.45 Still, O Lord, for thee I tarry, Full of sorrows, sins, and wants; Thee, and all thy saints I weary With my sad but vain complaints; 44Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 47; and MS Clarke, 53. 45Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 52-53; and MS Clarke, 58-59. Page 69 Sawn asunder by temptation, Tortur'd by distracting care, Kill'd by doubts' severe vexation, Sorer evil than despair. Will the fight be never over? Will the ballance never turn? Still 'twixt life and death I hover, Bear what is not to be borne; Who can bear a wounded spirit? Whither must my spirit go? Shall I heaven or hell inherit? Let me die my doom to know.