“But Christ is All.” Col. 3. 11
C. Wesley L.M.
When, gracious Lord, when shall it be
That I shall find my all in thee?
The fulness of thy promise prove,
The seal of thy eternal love?
Thee, only thee, I fain would find,
And cast the world and sin behind;
A helpless soul, I come to thee,
With only sin and misery.
Lord, I am sick – my sickness cure;
I want – do thou enrich the poor;
Under thy mighty hand I stoop –
O lift the abject sinner up!
Lord, I am blind – be thou my sight;
Lord, I am weak – be thou my might;
A helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thee.