Weary world, when will it end

Verse 1
Weary world, when will it end,
Destin’d to the purging fire!
Fain I would to heaven ascend;
Thitherward I still aspire:
Saviour, this is not my place,
Let me die to see thy face.

Verse 2
O cut short thy[1] work in me,
Make a speedy end of sin,
Set my heart at liberty,
Bring the heavenly nature in,
Seal me to redemption’s day,
Bear my new-born soul away.

Verse 3
For this only thing I wait,
This for which I here was born,
Raise me to my first estate,
Bid me to thy arms return,
Let me to thine image rise,
Give me back my paradise.

Verse 4
For thine only love I pant,
God of love thyself reveal,
Love, thou know’st, is all I want,
Now my only want fulfil,
Answer now thy Spirit’s cry,
Let me love my God, and die.

[1] Wesley changed “thy” to “the” in 1761.

Hymnal/Album: Introduced in a hymnal jointly credited to John and Charles Wesley; it is more likely than not that Charles wrote it but not certain. Introduced in Hymns for Those That Seek and Those That Have Redemption in the Blood of Jesus Christ (William Strahan, 1747). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 4 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1869), page 250.
Publishing: Public Domain