1 Weary of struggling with my pain,
Hopeless to burst my nature's chain,
Hardly I give the contest o'er,
I seek to free myself no more.
2 From my own words at last I cease--
God that creates must seal my peace;
Fruitless my toil and vain my care,
And all my fitness is despair.
3 Lord, I despair myself to heal,
I see my sin but cannot feel;
I cannot, till my spirit bow,
And bid th' obedient waters flow.
4 'Tis thine, a heart of flesh to give,
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here then to thee I all resign;
To draw, redeem and seal is thine.
5 With simple truth to thee I call,
My light, my life, my Lord, my all;
I wait the moving of the pool--
I wait the word that speaks me whole.
6 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure,
Make my infected nature pure;
Peace, righteousness and joy impart,
And pour thyself into my heart.
Source: Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians: being a collection #XXVIII
Charles Wesley, M.A. was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley family, perhaps, taking quantity and quality into consideration, the great hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, being provided with a home and board by his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free. In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor. In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much deepene… Go to person page >| First Line: | Weary of struggling with my pain |
| Author: | Charles Wesley |
| Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
| Language: | English |
| Copyright: | Public Domain |
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