A novice, to myself unknown

Verse 1
A novice, to myself unknown,
That endless good I could not prove,
Or, when my race was scarce begun,
Attain the goal of perfect love:
But on thy promise I depend
To bless me at my latter end.

Verse 2
Saviour, my latter end is come,
Now to my parting soul appear,
The root, the man of sin consume,
And let me sink to nothing here,
Resorb’d into perfection’s sea,
And lost, forever lost in thee!

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “Who fed thee in the wilderness with manna, that he might humble thee, and that he might prove thee, to do thee good at thy latter end.”—Deut. viii. 16. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 98.
Publishing: Public Domain