John & Charles Wesley · 52 of 258

Complaining

From the same.

Thou, Lord, my power and wisdom art; O, do not then reject my heart! Thy clay that weeps, Thy dust I am That calls; O, put me not to shame!

Thy glories, Lord, in all things shine, Thine is the deed, the praise is Thine: A feeble, helpless creature, I Do at Thy pleasure live or die.

Art Thou all Justice?—shows Thy Word Through every page an angry Lord? Am I all tears?—Is this to live? Is all my business here to grieve?

Fill not my life’s short hour with pain; Or, O! contract the wretched span: So shall I mount from sorrow free, And find relief and heaven in Thee.