John Wesley,
The works of the Rev. John Wesley…
(1771)
“ I fly to Jesus, the just one, to hide me in his wounds. He is my sanctuary, the ark, the covenant, and the true altar. Come my life, my treasure, and my God, shine into this drooping heart. Have I not an interest in thy blood! Am I not a child of thine, O God? Hast thou not said unto me, live? O that thy powerful voice would now speak to my soul, and bless me, O my Father!” “How little do I know of God, or of myself? O what a mystery is man? How difficult to find, and then to lose himself! Lord, I long to be settled and fixed in thee! O how does this mortal body press down the soul!” ”
