Scripture Verse

I have called you friends. John 15:15

Introduction

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Orlando Gibbons
(1583–1625)

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems (Bris­tol, Eng­land: Fe­lix Far­ley, 1742), pag­es 217–18.

Music: Song 34 (Gib­bons) Or­lan­do Gib­bons, 1623 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

Lyrics

Jesu, my Sav­ior, bro­ther, friend,
On whom I cast my ev­ery care,
On whom for all things I de­pend,
Inspire, and then ac­cept, my pray­er.

If I have tast­ed of Thy grace,
The grace that sure sal­va­tion brings,
If with me now Thy Spir­it stays,
And ho­ver­ing hides me in His wings.

Still let Him with my weak­ness stay,
Nor for a mo­ment’s space de­part,
Evil and dan­ger turn away,
And keep, till He re­news my heart.

When to the right or left I stray,
His voice be­hind me may I hear,
Return, and walk in Christ Thy way,
Fly back to Christ, for sin is near.

His sac­red unc­tion from above
Be still my com­fort­er and guide;
Till all the hard­ness He re­move,
And in my lov­ing heart re­side.

Jesus, I fain would walk in Thee,
From na­ture’s ev­ery path re­treat;
Thou art my way, my lead­er be,
And set up­on the rock my feet.

Uphold me, Sav­ior, or I fall,
O reach me out Thy gra­cious hand
Only on Thee for help I call,
Only by faith in Thee I stand.

Pierce, fill me with a hum­ble fear,
My ut­ter help­less­ness re­veal;
Satan and sin are al­ways near,
Thee may I al­ways near­er feel.

O that to Thee my con­stant mind
Might with an eve flame as­pire!
Pride in its ear­li­est mo­tions find,
And mark the ris­ings of de­sire.

O that my ten­der soul might fly
The first ab­horred ap­proach of ill,
Quick, as the ap­ple of an eye,
The slight­est touch of sin to feel.

Till thou anew my soul cre­ate,
Still may I strive, and watch, and pray,
Humbly, and con­fi­dent­ly wait,
And long to see Thy per­fect day.

My whole re­gard still may I place
On the faint ray of op­en­ing light,
The sure pro­phet­ic word of grace
That glim­mers through my na­ture’s night.

Here let my soul’s sure an­chor be,
Here let me fix my wish­ful eyes,
And wait till I ex­ult to see
The Day-Star in my heart arise.

My Lord, Thou will not long de­lay,
This in­ward calm pro­claims Thee near,
Sorrow and doubt are fled away;
My Lord shall in my heart ap­pear.

Jesu, my Sav­ior, bro­ther, friend,
As I be­lieve, so let it be;
O make me pa­tient to the end,
And then re­veal Thy­self in me.