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356- The Book of Praise.
I sought Him in the secret cell
With unavailing care: Long did I in the desert dwell,
Nor could I find Him there.
Still every means in vain I try ;
I seek Him far and near ; Where'er I come, constrain'd to cry,
" My Saviour is not here."
God is in this, in every place :
Yet oh ! how dark and void To me ! 'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God !
Empty of Him, who all things fills,
Till He His Light impart, Till He His glorious Self reveals,
The veil is on my heart.
O Thou, who seest and know'st my grief,
Thyself Unseen, Unknown! Pity my helpless unbelief,
And take away the stone !
Regard me with a gracious eye;
The long-sought blessing give ; And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold Thy face, and live !
A darker soul did never yet
Thy promised help implore : O ! that I now my Lord might meet,
And never lose Him more !
Chai'les Wesley. 1749.