1074    L.M.     C. Wesley
“But Christ is All.” Col. 3. 11

1 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be
  That I shall find my all in thee?
  The fulness of thy promise prove,
  The seal of thy eternal love?

2 Thee, only thee, I fain would find,
  And cast the world and sin behind;
  A helpless soul, I come to thee,
  With only sin and misery.

3 Lord, I am sick – my sickness cure;
  I want – do thou enrich the poor;
  Under thy mighty hand I stoop –
  O lift the abject sinner up!

4 Lord, I am blind – be thou my sight;
  Lord, I am weak – be thou my might;
  A helper of the helpless be,
  And let me find my all in thee.