English poem
MATTINS. From the same
by John Wesley (1703–1791)
I Cannot open, Lord, mine Eyes, But Thou art ready still to claim My Morning Soul in Sacrifice: Thine then the foll'wing Day I am.
My GOD, what is a Human Heart? Silver or Gold, or precious Stone; Or Star, or Rainbow; or a Part Of All, or all thy World in One?
My GOD what is a Human Heart? Thou soft'nest it with heav'nly Dew, Thou pour'st upon it all thy Art, As all thy Business were to woo.
To serve his GOD, is Man's Estate; This glorious Task asks all his Care: He did not Earth and Heav'n create, But may know Him by whom they are.
Teach me at last thy Love to know— That This new Light which now I see May both the Work and Workman show: A Sun-beam lifts me then to Thee!