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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
XXI. ANOTHER.
[Still, Lord, we ask, and urge Thee still]
Still, Lord, we ask, and urge Thee still,
Ask according to Thy will,
And urge our strong request:
Preserve Thy little flock from sin,
And keep, till Thou hast brought us in
To Thine eternal rest.
Ask according to Thy will,
And urge our strong request:
Preserve Thy little flock from sin,
And keep, till Thou hast brought us in
To Thine eternal rest.
Ah! do not suffer us to stray,
Thee our Master to betray,
And shamefully deny:
But (for Thou know'st our treacherous heart)
Command us sooner to depart,
And innocently die.
Thee our Master to betray,
And shamefully deny:
But (for Thou know'st our treacherous heart)
Command us sooner to depart,
And innocently die.
Be jealous for Thy glorious name,
Never let the heathen blame
The truth for our offence;
But rather now confirm us Thine,
And let us all our souls resign,
And fly this moment hence.
Never let the heathen blame
The truth for our offence;
But rather now confirm us Thine,
And let us all our souls resign,
And fly this moment hence.
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Canst Thou despise our fear and pain,
Suffer us to cry in vain
Beneath the load we bear?
Our load of pain and fear remove,
And answer by the fire of love
Our agonizing prayer.
Suffer us to cry in vain
Beneath the load we bear?
Our load of pain and fear remove,
And answer by the fire of love
Our agonizing prayer.
'Tis done! He hears His Spirit's cry,
Surely now we feel Him nigh
To grant His own request:
We shall not live to fall away,
But taken from the evil day
With Him for ever rest.
Surely now we feel Him nigh
To grant His own request:
We shall not live to fall away,
But taken from the evil day
With Him for ever rest.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||