The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley 99In Affliction or Pain

Thou Lamb of God, Thou Prince of peace,

For Thee my thirsty soul doth pine!

My longing soul implores Thy grace;

O, make in me Thy likeness shine!

With fraudless, even, humble mind,

Thy will in all things may I see:

In love be every wish resign'd,

And hallow'd my whole heart to Thee.

When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,

With lamb-like patience arm my breast;

When grief my wounded soul assails,

In lowly meekness may I rest.

Close by Thy side still may I keep,

Howe'er life's various current flow;

With steadfast eye mark every step,

And follow Thee where'er Thou go.

Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;

Alone Thou hast the wine-press trod:

In me Thy strengthening grace be shown;

O, may I conquer through Thy blood!

So when on Sion Thou shalt stand,

And all heaven's host adore their King,

Shall I be found at Thy right hand,

And free from pain Thy glories sing.