Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
John Wesley (17031791)An Hymn for Seriousness
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To Thee against myself, to Thee
A worm of earth I cry,
An half-awakened child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die.
’Twixt two unbounded seas I stand
Secure, insensible:
A point of life, a moment’s space
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.
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.
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar:
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?
With serious industry, and fear,
My future bliss to insure,
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
Transported from the vale, to live
And reign with Thee above,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.