1050    S.M.     C. Wesley
“The love of Christ constraineth us.” 2 Cor. 5. 14

1 When shall thy love constrain
  This heart thy own to be?
  When shall the wounded spirit gain
  A healing rest in thee?

2 Ah! what avails my strife,
  My wandering to and fro?
  Thou hast the words of endless life;
  Lord, whither shall I go?

3 My worthless heart to gain,
  The God who gave me breath
  Was found in fashion as a man,
  And died a cursèd death!

4 Then may I sin forsake,
  The world for thee resign;
  Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,
  And seal me ever thine!