John & Charles Wesley · 24 of 258

Matins

From the same.

I cannot open, Lord, mine eyes, But Thou art ready still to claim My morning soul in sacrifice: Thine then the following day I am.

My God, what is a human heart? Silver, or gold, or precious stone, Or star, or rainbow; or a part Of all, or all Thy world in one?

My God, what is a human heart? Thou softenest it with heavenly dew, Thou pour’st upon it all Thy art, As all Thy business were to woo.

To serve his God is man’s estate; This glorious task asks all his care: He did not earth and heaven create, But may know Him by whom they are.

Teach me at last Thy love to know; That this new light which now I see May both the work and Workman show: A sunbeam lifts me then to Thee!