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Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go!
In sore temptation's hour ;
And show forth all Thy power;
And never let me go.
And fix it in my heart;
With timely care depart:
And never let me go.
From Thee, my Saviour, stray;
My true and living Way ;
78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1742.
Dost Thou no longer chide ?
The sense of pardoning love.
And all my passions sway;
Keep me, lest I turn again
Out of the narrow way : Force my violence to be still, And captivate my every thought; Charm, and melt, and change my will,
And bring me down to nought. 3 If I have begun once more
Thy sweet return to feel,
Present my soul to heal,
From Thy pursuing grace.
Me with the cords of love;
From Thee, my Lord, to move :
O nail my willing heart ! 5 See my utter helplessness,
And leave me not alone;
And seal me for Thine own:
My feeble, sin-sick mind. 6 As the apple of an eye
Thy weakest servant keep;
And there for ever weep;
For I have much forgiven.
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.
For Believers Rejoicing.
L.M. 6 lines. J. WESLEY. 1740.
Sure my soul's anchor may remain :
Before the world's foundation slain ;
When heaven and earth are fled away. 2 Father, Thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far:
Thy arms of love still open are,
That mercy they may taste, and live. 3 O Love! Thou bottomless abyss !
My sins are swallowed up in Thee;
Nor spot of guilt remains on me,
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest !
I look into my Saviour's breast;
Mercy is all that's written there.
Though strength, and health, and friends be
Though every comfort be withdrawn,
6 Fix'd on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay ;
When earth's foundations melt away ;
L.M. J. WESLEY. 1740.
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
With joy shall I lift up my head.
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father's bosom came,
Now for my Lord and God I own. 4 Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed. 5 Lord, I believe were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
For all a full atonemei. made.
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 7 Thus Abraham, the Friend of God,
Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood,
8 Jesus, be endless praise to Thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
An everlasting ransom paid.
With power to speak Thy quick’ning word;
May find eternal life in Thee.
Let the whole world Thy mercy prove!
2-68 & 4-78. C. WESLEY. 1739. THEE, O my God and King,
1 My Father, Thee I sing ? Hear, well-pleased, the joyous sound,
Praise from earth and heaven receive;
Dead-by faith in Christ I live.
In Christ I am Thy own :
See the prodigal is come :
Take the weary wanderer home.
Thy pity looked me near ;
Me Thy mercy ran to find,
Thy kiss forgave me all :
Words that made the Saviour mine,
His be righteousness divine !"