Death & Dying

The Last Wish, 17

by Charles Wesley 1707–1788

From Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) · Osborn ed., vol. 5 (1869)

Death & Dying

Rock of everlasting love,
Into Thy clefts I flee,
Never, never to remove
I build my house on Thee;
On Thy dying love I stand,
Hear Thy words, and keep them too;
Duteous to Thy kind command,
By works my faith I show.

Made unto salvation wise,
And freely saved by grace,
Thee, on whom my soul relies,
My faithful soul obeys:
Faithful, and obedient still,
Let me not be put to shame,
Coming now to' endure Thy will,
And suffer for Thy name.

Lo! the rains descend, o'erflow,
And to a deluge spread;
Winds, and storms, and tempests blow,
And beat upon my head:
Satan drives the furious blast,
Floods of wickedness assail,
Stands my house on Jesus fast;
That Rock can never fail.

Higher let the torrent rise,
The tempest louder roar;
Satan, storm with all Thy lies,
And use thine utmost power,
Firm I stand the general shock,
Never from my basis move,
Built, and 'stablish'd on the Rock
Of everlasting love.

MLA

Wesley, Charles. “The Last Wish, 17.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/1053/.

Chicago

Wesley, Charles. “The Last Wish, 17.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/1053/.

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