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| CCXIX. | CCXIX. THE SAME.
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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
CCXIX. THE SAME.
Hymn 29.
[Jesus, Lord, whose only merit]
Jesus, Lord, whose only merit
Can the dying sinner save,
Let me render up my spirit,
Quickly find my long sought grave:
Come in this thrice welcome hour,
Thy sad captive to release,
Snatch me from the adverse power,
Change, and bid me die in peace.
Can the dying sinner save,
Let me render up my spirit,
Quickly find my long sought grave:
Come in this thrice welcome hour,
Thy sad captive to release,
Snatch me from the adverse power,
Change, and bid me die in peace.
Is there in this low creation
That for which I wish to live?
All my bliss and consolation
Would I not from Thee receive?
Earthly joys I long to lose them,
Lest my Saviour I offend:
Let me sink into Thy bosom,
Let me leave to Thee my friend.
That for which I wish to live?
All my bliss and consolation
Would I not from Thee receive?
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Lest my Saviour I offend:
Let me sink into Thy bosom,
Let me leave to Thee my friend.
Him to the all-gracious Lender
Lo! I cheerfully restore;
Thou, my God, be his defender,
Till he follows me to shore:
Let him trust in Thy protection,
Live from sin and sorrow free,
Place on Thee his whole affection,
Rest his happy soul on Thee.
Lo! I cheerfully restore;
Thou, my God, be his defender,
Till he follows me to shore:
Let him trust in Thy protection,
Live from sin and sorrow free,
Place on Thee his whole affection,
Rest his happy soul on Thee.
Jesus, crown Thine own desire,
Take the soul I Thee bequeath,
His accept, and mine require,
Open now the gate of death,
Draw me through the bloody fountain,
Closing now my willing eyes,
Now escaping to the mountain,
Let me wake in paradise.
Take the soul I Thee bequeath,
His accept, and mine require,
Open now the gate of death,
Draw me through the bloody fountain,
Closing now my willing eyes,
Now escaping to the mountain,
Let me wake in paradise.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |