Thou, Jesus, Thou, my Maker, know’st

Verse 1
Thou, Jesus, Thou my Maker, know’st
Mine inmost soul, and outward frame,
Remembrest that I am but dust,
And haste to earth from whence I came:
Thine eye with softest pity sees
My heart to only sin inclin’d,
And flesh of flesh I cannot please,
I cannot my Creator find.

Verse 2
O for thy own compassion sake,
To me thy great salvation shew,
Partaker of thy nature make,
And form this faithless heart anew.
Spirit of thy pure Spirit born,
Give me by faith thy face to see,
And let my dust to dust return
And let my soul be found in Thee.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘He knoweth whereof we are made, he remembreth that we are but dust.’—[Ps.] 103:14.” This hymn appears in the 1783 manuscript “MS Scriptural Hymns.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/576, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. 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 321.
Publishing: Public Domain