Wesley Corpus

Hebrews 12:2 Source: Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739), Part I Author: Charles Wesley (attributed) --- “Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith.” 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 works at last I cease, God that creates must seal my peace;14 Fruitless my toil and vain my care, And15 all my fitness is despair. 3 Lord, I despair myself to heal, I see my sin, but cannot feel: I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, 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 faith, 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. 14Changed to “God must create and seal my peace” in 4th edn. (1743) and 5th edn. (1756). 15“And” changed to “for” in 4th edn. (1743) and 5th edn. (1756). 6 Speak gracious Lord, my sickness cure, Make my infected nature pure; Peace, righteousness and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart.