Text: | Lord, I despair myself to heal |
Author: | C. Wesley |
1 Lord, I despair myself to heal;
I see my sin, but can not feel;
I can not, till thy Spirit blow,
And bid th' obedient waters flow.
2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give;
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here, then, to thee I all resign;
To draw, redeem, and seal--are thine.
3 With simple faith, on thee I call--
My light, my life, my Lord, my all:
I wait the moving of the pool;
I wait the word that speaks me whole.
4 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure--
Make my infected nature pure:
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart,
And pour thyself into my heart!
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First Line: | Lord, I despair myself to heal |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
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Topic: | The Christian System: Repentance and Faith; Only by Faith |