"What though my shrinking flesh complain
And murmur to contend so long?
I rise superior to my pain;
When I am weak, then I am strong;
And when my all of strength shall fail
I shall with the God-man prevail.
Yield to me now--for I am weak
But confident in self-despair!
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquered by my instant prayer;
Speak, or thou never hence shall move,
And tell me if thy name is LOVE.
'Tis Love! 'Tis Love! Thou diedst for me;
I hear thy whisper in my heart,
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure Universal Love thou art;
To me, to all, thy bowels move--
Thy nature, and thy name, is LOVE."
Charles Wesley, "Wrestling Jacob"