Wesley Corpus

O God! must I go always ‘creeping with terrors, and plunge into eternity with a peradventure l’ “O thou Lover of men, is there no help in thee? I have heard (what indeed my heart cannot conceive) that thou revealest thyself to those that seek thee, and pourest thy love into their hearts; and that they who know and love thee, walk through the shadow of death and fear no evil. O that this were so! that there was such an unspeakable gift given to the children of men I for then might I hope for it. O God, if there be, give it unto me ! Speak, that I may see thee! Make thyself known unto me also in the manner that thou knowest ! In anywise, let me know thee, and love thee, that I may be formed after thy likeness | That I may be love, as thou art love; that I may now be happy in thee; and, when thou wilt, fall into the abyss of thy love, and enjoy thee