The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley 193Matthew 5:3,4,6

Jesu , if still the same Thou art,

If all Thy promises are sure,

Set up Thy kingdom in my heart,

And make me rich, for I am poor:

To me be all Thy treasures given,

The kingdom of an inward heaven.

Thou hast pronounced the mourner blest,

And, lo! for Thee I ever mourn:

I cannot,--no! I will not rest,

Till Thou my only Rest return;

Till Thou, the Prince of Peace, appear,

And I receive the Comforter.

Where is the blessedness bestow'd

On all that hunger after Thee?

I hunger now, I thirst for God!

See, the poor, fainting sinner see,

And satisfy with endless peace,

And fill me with Thy righteousness.

Ah, Lord!--If Thou art in that sigh,

Then hear Thyself within me pray.

Hear in my heart Thy Spirit's cry,

Mark what my labouring soul would say;

Answer the deep, unutter'd groan,

And show that Thou and I are one.

Shine on Thy work, disperse the gloom,

Light in Thy light I then shall see:

Say to my soul, "Thy light is come,

Glory Divine is risen on thee,

Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er:

Look up; for thou shalt weep no more."

Lord, I believe the promise sure,

And trust Thou wilt not long delay;

Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor,

Upon Thy word myself I stay;

Into Thy hands my all resign,

And wait till all Thou art is mine!