The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley 56Discipline
Open in the readerO, throw away Thy rod,
O, throw away Thy wrath!
My gracious Saviour and my God,
O, take the gentle path!
Thou seest, my heart's desire
Still unto Thee is bent:
Still does my longing soul aspire
To an entire consent.
Not even a word or look
Do I approve or own,
But by the model of Thy Book,
Thy sacred Book alone.
Although I fail, I weep;
Although I halt in pace,
Yet still with trembling steps I creep
Unto the throne of grace.
O, then, let wrath remove
For love will do the deed!
Love will the conquest gain; with love
Even stony hearts will bleed.
For love is swift of foot,
Love is a man of war;
Love can resistless arrows shoot.
And hit the mark from far.
Who can escape his bow?
That which hath wrought on Thee,
Which brought the King of Glory low,
Must surely work on me.
O, throw away Thy rod;
What though man frailties hath?
Thou art my Saviour and my God!
O, throw away Thy wrath!