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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
CCXXXVI. THE SAME.
Hymn 46.
[And are we yet alive]
And are we yet alive,
And see each other's face?
Glory, and thanks to Jesus give
For His almighty grace:
Preserved by power Divine
To full salvation here,
Again in Jesu's praise we join,
And in His sight appear.
And see each other's face?
Glory, and thanks to Jesus give
For His almighty grace:
Preserved by power Divine
To full salvation here,
Again in Jesu's praise we join,
And in His sight appear.
What troubles have we seen,
What mighty conflicts past,
Fightings without, and fears within,
Since we assembled last!
Yet out of all the Lord
Hath brought us by His love,
And still He doth His help afford,
And hide our life above.
What mighty conflicts past,
Fightings without, and fears within,
Since we assembled last!
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Hath brought us by His love,
And still He doth His help afford,
And hide our life above.
Then let us make our boast
Of His redeeming power,
Which saves us to the uttermost,
Till we can sin no more:
Let us take up the cross,
Till we the crown obtain,
And gladly reckon all things loss,
So we may Jesus gain.
Of His redeeming power,
Which saves us to the uttermost,
Till we can sin no more:
Let us take up the cross,
Till we the crown obtain,
And gladly reckon all things loss,
So we may Jesus gain.
Jesus to Thee we bow
And for Thy coming wait:
Give us for good some token now
In our imperfect state;
Apply the hallowing word,
Tell each who looks for Thee,
Thou shalt be perfect as thy Lord,
Thou shalt be all like Me!
And for Thy coming wait:
Give us for good some token now
In our imperfect state;
Apply the hallowing word,
Tell each who looks for Thee,
Thou shalt be perfect as thy Lord,
Thou shalt be all like Me!
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||