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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
GOD WITH US.
From the German.
Eternal depth of Love Divine,
In Jesus, God-with-us, display'd,
How bright Thy beaming glories shine!
How wide Thy healing streams are spread!
With whom dost Thou delight to dwell?
Sinners, a vile, a thankless race.
O God! what tongue aright can tell
How vast Thy love, how great Thy grace!
In Jesus, God-with-us, display'd,
How bright Thy beaming glories shine!
How wide Thy healing streams are spread!
With whom dost Thou delight to dwell?
Sinners, a vile, a thankless race.
O God! what tongue aright can tell
How vast Thy love, how great Thy grace!
The dictates of Thy sovereign will
With joy our grateful hearts receive:
All Thy delight in us fulfil;
Lo! all we are to Thee we give.
To Thy sure love, Thy tender care,
Our flesh, soul, spirit we resign:
O! fix Thy sacred presence there,
And seal the' abode for ever Thine.
With joy our grateful hearts receive:
All Thy delight in us fulfil;
Lo! all we are to Thee we give.
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Our flesh, soul, spirit we resign:
O! fix Thy sacred presence there,
And seal the' abode for ever Thine.
O King of Glory, Thy rich grace
Our short desires surpasses far!
Yea, even our crimes, though numberless,
Less numerous than Thy mercies are.
Still on Thee, Father, may we rest!
Still may we pant Thy Son to know!
Thy Spirit still breathe into our breast,
Fountain of peace and joy below!
Our short desires surpasses far!
Yea, even our crimes, though numberless,
Less numerous than Thy mercies are.
Still on Thee, Father, may we rest!
Still may we pant Thy Son to know!
Thy Spirit still breathe into our breast,
Fountain of peace and joy below!
Oft have we seen Thy mighty power
Since from the world Thou mad'st us free:
Still may we praise Thee more and more,
Our hearts more firmly knit to Thee!
Still, Lord, Thy saving health display,
And arm our souls with heavenly zeal:
So, fearless shall we urge our way
Through all the powers of earth and hell!
Since from the world Thou mad'st us free:
Still may we praise Thee more and more,
Our hearts more firmly knit to Thee!
Still, Lord, Thy saving health display,
And arm our souls with heavenly zeal:
So, fearless shall we urge our way
Through all the powers of earth and hell!
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |