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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
CCXVI. THE SAME.
Hymn 26.
[O Thou that on all]
O Thou that on all
The wretched dost call
To come, and be happy in Thee,
Thy promise make good,
And sprinkle with blood
The heart of my partner, and me.
The wretched dost call
To come, and be happy in Thee,
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And sprinkle with blood
The heart of my partner, and me.
The blessing we want
Thou art ready to grant,
More ready than we to request:
The guilty forgive,
The weary receive
In the arms of Thy mercy to rest.
Thou art ready to grant,
More ready than we to request:
The guilty forgive,
The weary receive
In the arms of Thy mercy to rest.
That taste of Thy grace,
That glimpse of Thy face
To Thy sorrowing servants restore:
Now, Saviour, return,
And leave us to mourn,
And lament for Thy absence no more.
That glimpse of Thy face
To Thy sorrowing servants restore:
Now, Saviour, return,
And leave us to mourn,
And lament for Thy absence no more.
Our Jesus appear
To Thy followers here,
Who commune of Thee, and are sad;
Thy Spirit afford
To unfold the good word,
And our hearts they again shall be glad.
To Thy followers here,
Who commune of Thee, and are sad;
Thy Spirit afford
To unfold the good word,
And our hearts they again shall be glad.
The promise apply,
And whisper “'Tis I,
Who your sins and your sorrows have borne:
I have pacified God,
I have bought you with blood,
To your merciful Owner return.”
And whisper “'Tis I,
Who your sins and your sorrows have borne:
I have pacified God,
I have bought you with blood,
To your merciful Owner return.”
We come at Thy call,
Thou Redeemer of all,
By the power of Thy rising we rise,
Through a paradise led,
With joy on our head,
We return to our place in the skies.
Thou Redeemer of all,
By the power of Thy rising we rise,
Through a paradise led,
With joy on our head,
We return to our place in the skies.
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