DIVINE LOVE. From the German. Rev. John Wesley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 78-80. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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DIVINE LOVE . From the German . I. THOU hidden Love of GOD , whose Height , Whose Depth unfathom'd no Man knows , I see from far thy beauteous Light , Inly I sigh for thy Repose . My Heart is pain'd , not can it be At Rest , till it finds Rest in Thee . II . Thy secret Voice invites me still The Sweetness of thy Yoke to prove ; And fain I would : but tho' my Will Be fixt , yet wide my Passions rove . Yet Hindrances strew all the Way ; I aim at Thee , yet from Thee stray . III . 'Tis Mercy all , that Thou hast brought My Mind to seek her Peace in Thee ! Yet while I seek , but find Thee not , No Peace my wandring Soul shall see . O when shall all my Wandrings end , And all my Steps to Thee-ward tend ? IV . Is there a Thing beneath the Sun , That strives with Thee my Heart to share ? Ah tear it thence , and reign alone , The Lord of ev'ry Motion there : Then shall my Heart from Earth be free , When it has found Repose in Thee . V. O hide this SELF from me , that I No more , but CHRIST in me may live ! My vile Affections crucify , Nor let one darling Lust survive . In all things nothing may I see , Nothing desire , or seek but Thee ! VI . O LOVE , thy Sov'reign Aid impart , To save me from low-thoughted Care : Chase this Self-will thro' all my Heart , Thro' all its latent Mazes there . Make me thy duteous Child , that I Ceaseless may Abba Father cry . VII . Ah no ! ne'er will I backward turn : Thine wholly , thine alone I am ! Thrice happy He , who views with Scorn Earth's Toys for Thee his constant Flame . O help , that I may never move From the blest Footsteps of thy Love ! VIII . Each Moment draw from Earth away My Heart , that lowly waits thy Call : Speak to my inmost Soul , and say I am thy Love , thy GOD , thy All ! To feel thy Pow'r , to hear thy Voice , To taste thy Love is all my Choice !