Grieve the Holy Spirit


A Poem by John and Charles Wesley

From the same

1 And art Thou grieved, O sacred Dove,

When I despise or cross Thy love?

Grieved for a worm; when every tread

Crushes, and leaves the reptile dead!

2 Then mirth be ever banish’d hence,

Since Thou art pain’d by my offence:

I sin not to my grief alone,

The Comforter within doth groan.

3 Then weep, my eyes, for God doth grieve!

Weep, foolish heart, and weeping live:

Tears for the living mourner plead,

But ne’er avail the hopeless dead.

4 Lord, I adjudge myself to grief,

To endless tears without relief:

Yet O! to’ exact Thy due forbear,

And spare a feeble creature, spare!

5 Still if I wail not, (still to wail

Nature denies, and flesh would fail,)

Lord, pardon; for Thy Son makes good

My want of tears, with store of blood.

John Wesley and Charles Wesley, The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, ed. G. Osborn, vol. 1 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1868), 43.

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