Searcher of hearts, in ours appear,
And make, and keep them all sincere,
Or make him to his mourners known.
Thy promis’d grace vouchsafe to give
As each is able to receive,
The blessed grief to all impart;
Or joy; or purity of heart.
Our helpless unbelief remove,
And melt us by thy pard’ning love,
Work in us faith, or faith’s increase,
The dawning, or the perfect peace.
Give each to thee as seemeth best,
But meet us all at thy own feast,
Thy blessing in thy means convey,
Nor empty send one soul away.
~ Hymns on the Lord's Supper (John/Charles Wesley, 1745)
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