Verse 1
Weary of struggling with my pain,
Hopeless to burst my nature’s chain,
Hardly I give the contest o’er,
I seek to free myself no more.
Verse 2
From my own works at last I cease,
God that creates must seal[1] my peace;
Fruitless my toil and vain my care,
And[2] all my fitness is despair.
Verse 3
Lord, I despair myself to heal,
I see my sin, but cannot feel:
I cannot, till thy Spirit blow,
And bid th’ obedient waters flow.
Verse 4
’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 is thine.
Verse 5
With simple faith, to 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.
Verse 6
Speak gracious Lord, my sickness cure,
Make my infected nature pure;
Peace, righteousness and joy impart,
And pour thyself into my heart.
[1] Wesley changed “that creates must seal” to “must create and seal” in 1743.
[2] Wesley changed “and” to “for” in 1743.