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Jesu, My Strength, My Hope

By Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

JESU, my strength, my hope,

On thee I cast my care,

With humble confidence look up,

And know thou hear’st my prayer.

Give me on thee to wait,

Till I can all things do;

On thee, almighty to create,

Almighty to renew.

I rest upon thy word:

The promise is for me;

My succor and salvation, Lord,

Shall surely come from thee.

But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,

Till thou my patient spirit guide

Into thy perfect love.

I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind

The baits of pleasing ill;

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss;

Bold to take up, firm to sustain

The consecrated Cross.

I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,

And sees the Tempter fly;

A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,

Forever standing on its guard

And watching unto prayer.

I want a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease;

Never to murmur at thy stay,

Or wish my sufferings less:

This blessing above all,

Always to pray, I want;

Out of the deep on thee to call,

And never, never faint.

I want a true regard,

A single steady aim

(Unmoved by threatening or reward),

To thee and thy great name;

A jealous, just concern

For thine immortal praise;

A pure desire that all may learn

And glorify thy grace.

I want with all my heart

Thy pleasure to fulfill,

To know myself, and what thou art,

And what thy perfect will.

I want, I know not what;

I want my wants to see;

I want—alas, what want I not,

When thou art not in me!