John Wesley (1703–1791)

O DRAW me, Father, after thee,

So shall I run and never tire:

With gracious words still comfort me;

Be thou my hope, my sole desire:

Free me from every weight; nor fear

Nor sin can come, if thou art here.

From all eternity, with love

Unchangeable thou hast me viewed;

Ere knew this beating heart to move,

Thy tender mercies me pursued;

Ever with me may they abide,

And close me in on every side.

In suffering, be thy love my peace;

In weakness, be thy love my power;

And when the storms of life shall cease,

My God! in that transcendent hour,

In death as life be thou my guide,

And bear me through death’s whelming tide.