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When sin shall all be purged away!
And I shall see the perfect day. 749 L.M. 6 lines, triplets. C. WESLEY. 1742.
Shall always pray, give thanks, rejoice;
The servant shall be as his Lord. 2 Already, Lord, I feel Thy power; Preserved from evil every hour,
My great Preserver I proclaim :
And know that Jesus is Thy name. 3 By faith I every moment stand, Strangely upheld by Thy right hand;
I my own wickedness eschew;
And Thou shalt form my soul anew. 4 Come, then, and loose my stammering tongue, Teach me the new, the joyful song,
And perfect in a babe Thy praise : I want a thousand lives to' employ In publishing the sounds of joy,
The gospel of Thy general grace.
Be now, the glorious earnest given !
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S.M. C. Wesley. 1762.
From sorrow, fear, and sin.
Spirit of health, remove,
Spirit of perfect love.
Which shall my sins consume,
And all things new become.
Out of my soul erase ;
And take up all the place.
That all I do is right,
Well-pleasing in Thy sight.
Indulge me but in this,
To my eternal bliss.
78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1762. Gen. Ii. 7. Lev. xxvi. 13. Gen. xvii. 1; 1. 20. DATHER, see this living clod,
T This spark of heavenly fire;
Doth after God aspire :
And lost in Love Divine.
2 Lord, if Thou from me hast broke ..
The power of outward sin,
And make me free within ;
And perfected in love.
My God in Christ Thou art ;
Till I am pure in heart;
By putting on Thy Son.
In council join again,
By frail, apostate man :
L.M. C. WESLEY. 1762.
Ezek. xvi. 62, 63.
Thy nature to my soul impart;
And write perfection on my heart. 2 To real holiness restored,
Oh let me gain my Saviour's mind !
Fulness of life eternal find.
That them I may no more forget;
With speechless wonder, at Thy feet.
4 O'erwhelmed with Thy stupendous grace,
I shall not in Thy presence move;
And rapturous awe, and silent love.
Expires, in sweet confusion lost;
I cannot of my goodness boast. 6 Pardoned for all that I have done,
My mouth as in the dust I hide;
My God for ever pacified ! 753
C.M. C. Wesley. 1762.
Deut. xxxii. 39. Ps. cxii. 98.
In this weak, helpless soul,
Descends to make me whole.
Enable me to' endure;
Hath wrought a perfect cure.
Which all contains in one :
The mystery unknown.
By sweet experience prove,
C. Wesley. 1762.
What now is my hope and desire ?
And after His image aspire :
2 My hope is all centred in Thee ;
I trust to recover Thy love,
And then to enjoy it above.
A God that on Calvary died ;
Which gushed from Immanuel's side! 4 I gasp for the stream of Thy love,
The spirit of rapture unknown;
Eternally fresh from the throne.
78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1762.
Psalm luxxi. 10.
And comprehend the whole :
My soul for ever fill !
From the Germania
J. WESLEY. 1739. From the German of Paul GERHARDT. TESUS, Thy boundless love to me J No thought can reach, no tongue declare; O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there : Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am ; Be Thou alone my constant flame! O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but Thy pure love alone : O may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown; Strange flames far from my heart remove ; My every act, word, thought, be love !