Wesley Corpus

I have no skill the snare to shun, But thou, O Christ, my wisdom art: I ever into ruin run, But thou art greater than my heart. I have no might t' oppose the foe, But everlasting strength is thine. Shew me the way that I should go, Shew me the path I should decline. Which shall I leave, and which pursue? Thou only my adviser be; My God, I know not what to do; But Oh! Mine eyes are fix'd on thee! Foolish, and impotent, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known, Bring me where I my heaven may find, The heaven of loving thee alone. Enlarge my heart to make thee room, Enter, and in me ever stay; The crooked then shall strait become, The darkness shall be lost in day! Page 152 In Temptation. Where, my soul, is now thy boast? Where the sense of sin forgiven? Destitute, tormented, lost, Down the stream of nature driven, Crush'd by sin's redoubled load; Where, my soul, is now thy God! Far from me my God is gone, All my joys with him are fled, Every comfort is withdrawn, Peace is lost, and hope is dead; Sin, and only sin I feel, Pride, and lust, and self, and hell. Did I then my soul deceive? Rashly claim a part in thee? Did I, Lord, in vain believe, Falsely hope thou diedst for me? Must I back my hopes restore, Trust thou diedst for me no more. No I never will resign What of thee by faith I know; Never cease to call thee mine, Never will I let thee go; Be it I my soul deceive, Yet I will, I will believe. Page 153 Tho' I groan beneath thy frown, Hence I will not cannot fly; Tho' thy justice cast me down, At thy mercy-seat I ly; Let me here my sentence meet, Let me perish at thy feet! Job xxiii. 8, 9, 10. Forward I now in duties go, But O! My Saviour is not there! Heavy he makes me drive, and slow, Without the chariot-wheels of prayer. I look to former times, and strain The footsteps of my God to trace; Backward I go (but still in vain) To find the tokens of his grace.