Another of Wesley's hymns that causes one to pause, absorb and praise.
To thee I lift my mournful eye;
Why am I thus? – O, tell me why
I cannot love my God?
The hindrance must be all in me;
It cannot in my Savior be;
Witness that streaming blood.
It cost thy blood my heart to win,
To buy me from the power of sin,
And make me love again;
Come, then, my Lord, thy right assert,
Take to thyself my ransomed heart;
Nor bleed, nor die in vain.
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