Wesley Corpus

21 Let me no more in deep complaint "My leanness, O my leanness!" cry; Alone consumed with pining want, Of all my Father's children I! 22 The painful thirst, the fond desire, Thy joyous presence shall remove; While my full soul doth still require Thy whole eternity of love. 23 Holy, and true, and righteous Lord, I wait to prove thy perfect will; Be mindful of thy gracious word, And stamp me with thy Spirit's seal! 24 Thy faithful mercies let me find, In which thou causest me to trust; Give me the meek and lowly mind, And lay my spirit in the dust. 25 Show me how foul my heart hath been, When all renew'd by grace I am: When thou hast emptied me of sin, Show me the fulness of my shame. 26 Open my faith's interior eye, Display thy glory from above; And all I am shall sink and die, Lost in astonishment and love. 27 Confound, o'erpower me with thy grace: I would be by myself abhorr'd; (All might, all majesty, all praise, All glory be to Christ my Lord!) 28 Now let me gain perfection's height! Now let me into nothing fall! Be less than nothing in thy sight, And feel that Christ is all in all!