Saviour, if thy precious love
Could be merited by mine,
Faith these mountains would remove;
Faith would make me ever thine:
But when all my care and pains
Worth can ne'er create in me,
Nought by me thy fulness gains;
Vain the hope to purchase thee.
Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh,
Give the needless contest o'er;
Mine thou art! while thus I say,
Yield thee up, and ask no more:
What thy estimate may be,
Only can by him be told
Who, to ransom wretched thee,
Thee to gain, himself was sold.
But when all in me is sin,
How can I thy grace obtain?
How presume thyself to win?
God of love, the doubt explain:
Or if thou the means supply,
Lo to thee I all resign!
Make me Lord - I ask not why,
How I ask not, - ever thine.
(C) John Wesley
03/30/2017
Best Poems of John Wesley
- Hymn Xii: Come, Ye That Love The Lord
- Hymn Viii: What Could Your Redeemer Do
- Hymn Xxi: Ye Simple Souls That Stray
- Hymn Xxvi: I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God
- Hymn Xv: Happy The Souls To Jesus Joined
- Hymn Xiii: Happy Soul That Free From Harms
- Hymn Ix: Sinners, Obey The Gospel-word!
- Hymn Xxiii: Extended On A Cursed Tree
- Hymn Xxix: Come, Ye Weary Sinners, Come
- Hymn Xi: God, The Offended God Most High
- Hymn: Thou Hidden Love Of God
- Hymn Xxiv: Saviour, If Thy Precious Love
- Hymn Xviii: Father, Saviour Of Mankind
- Hymn Xvii: Jesus, From Whom All Blessings Grow
- Hymn Xvi: Happy The Souls That First Believed
- Hymn Ii: Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast
- Hymn Vi: Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?
- Hymn Xxx: Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?
- Hymn Xx: Weary Souls, That Wander Wide
- Hymn Iii: All That Pass By, To Jesus Draw Near
- Hymn Vii: Let The Beasts Their Breath Resign