Stupendous love of God most high! <br />He comes to meet us from the sky <br />In mildest majesty; <br />Full of unutterable grace, <br />He calls the weary burdened race, <br />'Come all for help to me.' <br /> <br />Tired with the greatness of my way, <br />From him I would no longer stray, <br />But rest in Jesus have; <br />Weary of sin, from sin would cease, <br />Weary of mine own righteousness, <br />And stoop, myself to save. <br /> <br />Weary of passions unsubdued, <br />Weary of vows in vain renewed, <br />Of forms without the power, <br />Of prayers, and hopes, complaints, and groans, <br />My fainting soul in silence owns <br />I can hold out no more. <br /> <br />Beneath this mountain load of grief, <br />Of guilt and desperate unbelief, <br />Jesus, thy creature see; <br />With all my nature's weight oppressed, <br />I sink, I die for want of rest, <br />Yet cannot come to thee. <br /> <br />Mine utter helplessness I feel; <br />But thou, who gav'st the feeble will, <br />The effectual grace supply; <br />Be thou my strength, my light, my way, <br />And bid my soul the call obey, <br />And to thy bosom fly. <br /> <br />Fulfil thine own intense desire, <br />And now into my heart inspire <br />The power of faith and love; <br />Then, Saviour, then to thee I come, <br />And find on earth the life, the home, <br />The rest of saints above.<br /><br />Charles Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xxv-stupendous-love-of-god-most-high-2/
