Wesley Corpus

Poor, tempted soul, what canst thou do? Hope against hope, that God is true, His nature in his name confess, His wisdom, power, and righteousness; The Lord, whom now thou canst not see, Whate'er he is, he is for thee; Expect; and thou shalt surely prove, That God in Christ is perfect love. Till then, on him thy spirit stay, Whose death hath borne thy sins away, Conform'd to Jesus in his blood, With him cry out "My God, my God! My God, my God, I hold thee fast, Till nature's latest pang is past, Into thy hands my soul resign, And then thou art for ever mine." "I, even I, am he that comforteth you." Isa. li. 12. Jesus, to me the grace impart, Which all that mourn receive: The only Comforter thou art, Who only canst forgive. 100John Wesley underlined the following sections of this stanza in his personal copy: "gleam of light" (line 2), "No evidence of things unseen" (line 5), "No witness" (line 7), and "No ray of hope on this" (line 8). He also placed a manuscript exclamation (!) in the margin at the middle of the stanza.