Come, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee:
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell thee who I am;

My misery and sin declare; Thyself hast call'd me by my name,

Look on thy hands, and read it there:
But who, I ask thee, who art Thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.

In vain thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold!
Art thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy Name, thy Nature know
Wilt thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable Name?
Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell:

To know it now, resolved I am :
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy Name, thy Nature know.

What though my shrinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend so long?
I rise superior to my pain:

When I am weak, then I am strong!
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-Man prevail.

PART II.

Yield to me now, for I am weak;

But confident in self-despair: Speak to my heart, in blessings speak:

Be conquer'd by my instant pray'r: Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy Name is Love.

'Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedst for me:
I hear thy whisper in my heart!
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal love thou art:

To me, to all, thy bowels move,
Thy Nature and thy Name is Love.

My pray'r hath power with God: the grace
Unspeakable I now receive;

Through faith I see thee face to face :

I see thee face to face, and live! In vain I have not wept and strove: Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend: Nor wilt thou with the night depart,

But stay and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy Nature and thy Name is Love.
The Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath rose, with healing in his wings:
Wither'd my nature's strength, from thee
My soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy Nature and thy Name is Love.
Contented now upon my thigh

I halt, till life's short journey end;
All helplessness, all weakness, I

On thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from thee to move; Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. Lame as I am, I take the prey;

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;

I leap for joy, pursue my way,

And, as a bounding hart, fly home; Through all eternity to prove

Thy Nature and thy Name is Love.

Charles Wesley.-Born 1708, Died 1788.

1065.-WEARY OF WANDERING. Weary of wand'ring from my God, And now made willing to return,

I hear, and bow me to the rod;

For thee, not without hope, I mourn; I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of Love.

O Jesus, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thine arms, and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.

Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;

O for thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more;
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of pray'r.

The stone to flesh again convert ; The veil of sin again remove : Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart, And melt it by thy dying love; This rebel heart by love subdue, And make it soft, and make it new.

Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now; Fill my whole soul with filial fears;

To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow; Bend by thy grace, O bend or break, The iron sinew in my neck!

Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart,
That trembles at th' approach of sin:
A godly fear of sin impart;

Implant, and root it deep within;
That I may dread thy gracious power,
And never dare t' offend thee more.

Charles Wesley.-Born 1708, Died 1788.

1066.-JESU, LOVER OF MY SOUL.

jesu, Lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stay'd;

All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, Christ, art all I want;

More than all in thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind: Just and holy is thy Name;

I am all unrighteousness: False and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art;

Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.

Charles Wesley.-Born 1708, Died 1788.

1067.-FROM TERSTEEGE.

Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose:
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee.

Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove; And fain I would; but though my will Seems fix'd, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrances strew all the way;

I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in thee,
Yet while I seek, but find thee not,

No peace my wand'ring soul shall see;
O when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend!

Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there! Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in thee.

O hide this self from me, that I

No more, but Christ in me, may live; My vile affections crucify,

Nor let one darling lust survive! In all things nothing may I see, Nothing desire or seek, but thee!

O Love, thy sovereign aid impart,

To save me from low-thoughted care; Chase this self-will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there : Make me thy duteous child, that I Ceaseless may, "Abba, Father," cry! Ah no! ne'er will I backward turn: Thine wholly, thine alone, I am; Thrice happy he who views with scorn Earth's toys, for thee his constant flame! O help, that I may never move From the blest footsteps of thy love. Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits thy call; Speak to my inmost soul, and say,

I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!" To feel thy power, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love, be all my choice.

John Wesley.-Born 1703, Died 1791.

1068.-FROM THE GERMAN.

I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within thy wounds: then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there!

How blest are they who still abide
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy quick'ning spirit breathe?
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move :
O wondrous grace! O boundless love!
How can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou shouldst us to glory bring?
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown?

Hence our hearts melt; our eyes o'erflow;
Our words are lost; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,

My Lord, my Love is crucified."

Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable.

First-born of many brethren Thou!
To thee, lo all our souls we bow;
To thee our hearts and hands we give :
Thine may we die, thine may we live!

John Wesley.-Born 1703, Died 1791.

1069.-FROM COUNT ZINZENDORF.
Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress:
'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

Bold shall I stand in thy great day;
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father's bosom came,
Who died for me, even me t' atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.
Lord, I believe thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
For ever doth for sinners plead,
For me, even for my soul, was shed.
Lord, I believe, were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full atonement made.
When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Even then, this shall be all my plea,
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.

Thus Abraham, the Friend of God,

Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim;
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

Jesus, be endless praise to thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me, and all thy hands have made,
An everlasting ransom paid.

Ah! give to all thy servants, Lord,
With power to speak thy gracious word;
That all, who to thy wounds will flee,
May find eternal life in thee.

Thou God of power, thou God of love,
Let the whole world thy mercy prove!
Now let thy word o'er all prevail;
Now take the spoils of death and hell.
John Wesley.-Born 1703, Died 1791.

1070.-FROM SCHEFFLER.
Thee will I love, my strength, my tower;
Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love, with all my power,

In all thy works, and thee alone:
Thee will I love, till the pure fire
Fills my whole soul with chaste desire.

Ah, why did I so late thee know,

Thee, lovelier than the sons of men! Ah, why did I no sooner go

To thee, the only ease in pain! Ashamed I sigh, and inly mourn, That I so late to thee did turn. In darkness willingly I stray'd;

I sought thee, yet from thee I roved; Far wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread; Thy creatures more than thee I loved : And now if more at length I see,

'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee. I thank thee, uncreated Sun,

That thy bright beams on me have shined; I thank thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind;
I thank thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.

Uphold me in the doubtful race,

Nor suffer me again to stray; Strengthen my feet with steady pace

Still to press forward in thy way; My soul and flesh, O Lord of might, Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light. Give to mine eyes refreshing tears;

Give to my heart chaste, hallow'd fires; Give to my soul, with filial fears,

The love that all heaven's host inspires; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

Mount, their transports to improve

Join the longing choir above-
Swiftly to their wish be given-

Kindle higher joy in heaven!-
Such the prospects that arise
To the dying Christian's eyes!
Such the glorious vista, Faith
Opens through the shades of death!

A. Toplady.-Born 1740, Died 1778.

1074.-ROCK OF AGES, CLEFT FOR ME.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Keep me ever near to Thee!
Let the water and the blood
From thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,

Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r!

Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know
Could my tears for ever flow,—
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone!

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Leprous, to the Fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

While I draw this fleeting breath,—
When my eyes shall close in death,-
When I soar to worlds unknown,-
See Thee on thy judgment throne,-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!

A. Toplady.-Born 1740, Died 1778.

1075.-COME, HOLY SPIRIT, COME.

Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let thy bright beams arise; Dispel all sorrows from our minds, All darkness from our eyes.