John & Charles Wesley · 99 of 258

In Affliction or Pain

From the German.

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.