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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
CXCII. THE SAME.
Hymn 2.
[Foolish world, who canst not find]
Foolish world, who canst not find
Friendship in a Christian mind!
“Where the heart so many share,
No peculiar love is there:”
Idly doth thy malice rage,
Baffled by the sacred page,
Vainly would thy maxims prove
God incapable of love.
Friendship in a Christian mind!
“Where the heart so many share,
No peculiar love is there:”
406
Baffled by the sacred page,
Vainly would thy maxims prove
God incapable of love.
God of all-redeeming grace,
Hath He not His chosen race?
Dare ye hence His love deny,
Feign He pass'd one sinner by?
Some if He hath doubly blest,
Hath He therefore cursed the rest?
No, like rain His blessings fall,
Loving is our God to all.
Hath He not His chosen race?
Dare ye hence His love deny,
Feign He pass'd one sinner by?
Some if He hath doubly blest,
Hath He therefore cursed the rest?
No, like rain His blessings fall,
Loving is our God to all.
Taught of God, like Him we love
All to whom His bowels move;
Pity, and good-will we find
To the whole of human kind:
But the saints, who walk in white,
These are all our soul's delight,
These we seek, in these we rest,
Most desire, and love the best.
All to whom His bowels move;
Pity, and good-will we find
To the whole of human kind:
But the saints, who walk in white,
These are all our soul's delight,
These we seek, in these we rest,
Most desire, and love the best.
Yet of these if God's decree
Single out a soul for me,
Give me to his tenderest care,
Bid him all my burdens bear,
Each for each if Jesus use,
Shall we dare the grace refuse?
Shall we not the blessing own,
Glad that all His will is done?
Single out a soul for me,
Give me to his tenderest care,
Bid him all my burdens bear,
Each for each if Jesus use,
Shall we dare the grace refuse?
Shall we not the blessing own,
Glad that all His will is done?
Is it not His will to join
Spirits in a bond Divine,
Knit in friendship's closest tie,
Each with each to live and die?
Did He not inspire, approve
Jonathan and David's love?
Had not God His favourite one,
Jesus His beloved John?
Spirits in a bond Divine,
Knit in friendship's closest tie,
Each with each to live and die?
407
Jonathan and David's love?
Had not God His favourite one,
Jesus His beloved John?
Happy soul, above the rest!
Leaning on thy Saviour's breast,
Thou the dear disciple art,
Ever closest to His heart,
Thou dost all His secrets know,
Choicest of His friends below,
Call'd peculiarly to prove
Christ is God, and God is love!
Leaning on thy Saviour's breast,
Thou the dear disciple art,
Ever closest to His heart,
Thou dost all His secrets know,
Choicest of His friends below,
Call'd peculiarly to prove
Christ is God, and God is love!
Jesu, Lover of mankind,
Grant me Thy extensive mind,
Head of the believing race,
Give me Thy peculiar grace,
Give it to my dearest friend,
Make him faithful to the end,
Root and 'stablish him in Thee,
Save my other self, and me.
Grant me Thy extensive mind,
Head of the believing race,
Give me Thy peculiar grace,
Give it to my dearest friend,
Make him faithful to the end,
Root and 'stablish him in Thee,
Save my other self, and me.
Let it in our souls be seen
Thy unbounded love to men,
Show in us how good Thou art,
Stamp Thy image on our heart,
Call us out Thy witnesses,
Bid us all Thy life express,
All the happiness above,
All the height of Christian love.
Thy unbounded love to men,
Show in us how good Thou art,
Stamp Thy image on our heart,
Call us out Thy witnesses,
Bid us all Thy life express,
All the happiness above,
All the height of Christian love.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |