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2 I wait, till He shall touch me clean,
Shall life and power impart,
And purifies the heart.
For every sinner free ;
The chief of sinners, me. 4 From all iniquity, from all,
He shall my soul redeem ;
Believe myself to Him. 5 When Jesus makes my heart His home,
My sin shall all depart;
To fill and rule thy heart !” 6 Be it according to Thy word !
Redeem me from all sin : My heart would now receive Thee, Lord ; Come in, my Lord, come in !
78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1742.
He rides upon the sky :
The Excellence Divine.
To succour and defend ;
Thy Maker and thy Friend :
The everlasting arms.
3 God is thine ; disdain to fear
The enemy within :
And make an end of sin :
“Destroy them all, destroy !"
And wars and fightings cease;
But dwell in perfect peace :
With Jesus in his heart.
His lot shall be below ;
And milk and honey flow :
And shall for ever fill.
What people is like thee?
Thou art, and still shalt be :
C. WESLEY. 1762. 1 Thess. iv. 3. Deut. xxx. 6. Ps. cxliii. 10. Matt. xiv. 36. TE wills, that I should holy be ;
1 That holiness I long to feel ; That full divine conformity
To all my Saviour's righteous will.
2 See, Lord, the travail of Thy soul
Accomplished in the change of mine ;
In all the depths of love divine.
And waits to prove Thine utmost will ;
Thou canst, Thou wilt, in me fulfil. 4 No more I stagger at Thy power,
Or doubt Thy truth, which cannot move : Hasten the long-expected hour,
And bless me with Thy perfect love. 5 Jesus, Thy loving Spirit alone
Can lead me forth, and make me free ;
And set my heart at liberty.
And give Thy servant to possess
The land of perfect holiness.
The same Thy truth and grace endure ;
And trust Thee for a perfect cure. 8 Come, Saviour, come, and make me whole,
Entirely all my sins remove;
C. WESLEY. 1762.
Thee merciful and true :
My fallen soul renew.
And bid my heart be clean ;
An end of all my sin.
The samho blessed or a perfect
2 I will, through grace, I will,
I do, return to Thee;
Thy kingdom now restore,
And I shall sin no more.
But by believing Thee,
The spotless purity:
Jesus, Thy grace bestow,
6-78. C. Wesley. 1762.
Psalm ci. 2.
Ready if Thou always art,
Take possession of my heart :
Friend of sinners, why not now?
For Thyself to Thee I cry;
Must I not for ever die ?
L.M. C. Wesley. 1762.
1 Kings xviii.
1 On Thee in Jesu's name we call;
And let on us Thy Spirit fall. 2 Bound on the altar of Thy cross,
Our old offending nature lies ;
Now, for the honour of Thy cause,
Come, and consume the sacrifice !
Thyself The Lord, The God, approve !
And fervent zeal, and perfect love.
Our sins its ready victims find,
Nor leave the least remains behind !
The Lord,-He is the God, confess :
78 & 68. C. WESLEY. 1762.
1 John iii. 5. 1 Tim. iii. 16.
I For all mankind to' atone ;
And bid our sin be gone!
And sin shall be no more.
To a poor virgin's womb,
To me, my Saviour, come !
And pure, eternal love.
Shall comprehend and feel
Of love unspeakable :