English poem
GRATEFULNESS. From the same
by John Wesley (1703–1791)
Thou, who hast giv'n so much to me, O give a grateful Heart: See how thy Beggar works on Thee By acceptable Art!
He makes thy Gifts occasion more; And says, if here he's crost, All Thou hast giv'n him heretofore, Thyself, and All is lost.
But Thou didst reckon, when at first Our Wants thy Aid did crave, What it would come to at the worst Such needy Worms to save.
Perpetual Knockings at thy Door, Tears sullying all thy Rooms; Gift upon Gift; much would have more, And still thy Suppliant comes.
Yet thy unweary'd Love went on; Allow'd us all our Noise; Nay Thou hast dignify'd a Groan, And made a Sigh thy Joys.
Wherefore I cry, and cry again, Nor canst Thou quiet be, Till my repeated Suit obtain A Thankful Heart from Thee.
Hear then, and Thankfulness impart Continual as thy Grace; O add to all thy Gifts a Heart Whose Pulse may be thy Praise!