The book of sacred song . Lo ! on a narrow neck of landTwixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible :A point of time, a moments space,Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. O God, mine inmost soul convert!And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress :Give me to feel their solemn weight,And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. &7 Before me place, in dread array,The pomp of that tremendous day, When Thou with clouds shalt come,To j udge the nations at Thy bar;And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joy
The book of sacred song . Lo ! on a narrow neck of landTwixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible :A point of time, a moments space,Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. O God, mine inmost soul convert!And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress :Give me to feel their solemn weight,And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. &7 Before me place, in dread array,The pomp of that tremendous day, When Thou with clouds shalt come,To j udge the nations at Thy bar;And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom ? Be this my one great business here,With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss to insure :Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,And suffer all Thy righteous will, And to the end endure. Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,Transported from this vale to live And reign with Thee above !Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. C. Wesley. 88 THE BOOK OF SACRED I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY. )]0, I would not always live; Always sin, repent, and grieve; Always in my dungeon groan;Always serve a God unknown;Or if Thou appear^st to me,Darkly through a glass I see,Know in part, and deeply mourn,Till I to Thy arms return. PardonM, still for sin I grieve,Never can myself forgive ;Weeping, though my heart were pure,Would I to the end endure;Still lament, and daily die,Till my Saviour from the sky-Wipe the gracious tears away,Bear me to eternal da v. C. Wesley. WILLIAM AND MARY GEORGE II. 89 i will not let thee go, except thou blessme! OME, O Thou Traveller unknown,Whom still I hold, but cannot see !My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee;With Thee all night I mean to stay,And wrestle till the break of day. I need not tell Thee who I am; My misery and sin declare;Thyself hast callM me by my name; Look on Thy hands and read it there;But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou ?Tell me Thy name, and tell me now. In vain Thou strug
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