This moment would I take it up,
And after my dear Master bear;
With Thee ascend to Calvary's top,
And bow my head and suffer there.

I would; but Thou must give the power,
My heart from every sin release:
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with Thy perfect peace!

Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let Thy chariot-wheels delay!
Appear, in my poor heart appear! 1
My God, my Saviour, come away!
Charles Wesley. 1742

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CCCXLIV

OME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;

Our God is gracious, nor will leave

The desolate to mourn.

His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;

And, though His arm be strong to smite,
'Tis also strong to save.

Long hath the night of sorrow reigned;
The dawn shall bring us light;
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.

Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him, and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice.

As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;

As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground;

So shall His Presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;

That hallowed morn shall chase away

The sorrows of the night.

John Morrison. 1770

III

FAITH

"Looking unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our Faith."— (HEB. xii. 2.)

CCCXLV

'OME, O thou Traveller unknown,

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Whom still I hold, but cannot

My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell Thee who I am,
My misery or sin declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name;

see,

Look on Thy hands, and read it there!
But Who, I ask Thee, Who art Thou?
Tell me Thy Name, and tell me now.

In vain Thou strugglest to get free,

I never will unloose my hold;
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold.
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.

Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable Name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;
To know now, resolved I am :
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.

'T is all in vain to hold Thy tongue,
Or touch the hollow of my thigh;
Though every sinew be unstrung,

Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly:
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.

What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long?

I rise superior to my pain;

When I am weak, then I am strong: And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-Man prevail.

My strength is gone; my nature dies;
I sink beneath Thy weighty hand,
Faint to revive, and fall to rise;

I fall, and yet by faith I stand:

I stand, and will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.

Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,

Be conquered by my instant prayer!
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me, if Thy Name is Love?

'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me!
I hear Thy whisper in my heart!
The morning breaks, the shadows flee;
Pure universal Love Thou art !
To me, to all, Thy bowels move!
Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love!

My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive;

Through faith I see Thee face to face,

I see Thee face to face, and live: In vain I have not wept and strove ; Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love.

I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art;
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend!
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
But stay, and love me to the end!
Thy mercies never shall remove,
Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love!

The Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath rose, with healing in His wings; Withered my nature's strength, from Thee My soul its life and succor brings; My help is all laid up above; Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love.

Contented now upon my thigh

I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I

On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move; Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love.

Lame as I am, I take the prey,

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And as a bounding hart fly home! Through all eternity to prove,

Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love!

Charles Wesley. 1742

CCCXLVI

HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord,

'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word;

Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee:
"Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?

"I delivered thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

"Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be;
Yet will I remember thee!

"Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.