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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
CCXXXIX. THE SAME.
Hymn 49.
[See, Jesus, Thy disciples see]
See, Jesus, Thy disciples see,
The promised blessing give!
Met in Thy name, we look to Thee,
Expecting to receive.
The promised blessing give!
Met in Thy name, we look to Thee,
Expecting to receive.
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Thee we expect, our faithful Lord,
Who in Thy name are join'd;
We wait, according to Thy word,
Thee in the midst to find.
Who in Thy name are join'd;
We wait, according to Thy word,
Thee in the midst to find.
With us Thou art assembled here;
But, O, Thyself reveal!
Son of the living God, appear!
Let us Thy presence feel.
But, O, Thyself reveal!
Son of the living God, appear!
Let us Thy presence feel.
Breathe on us, Lord, in this our day,
And these dry bones shall live;
Speak peace into our hearts, and say,
“The Holy Ghost receive!”
And these dry bones shall live;
Speak peace into our hearts, and say,
“The Holy Ghost receive!”
Whom now we seek, O may we meet!
Jesus, the Crucified,
Show us Thy bleeding hands and feet,
Thou who for us hast died.
Jesus, the Crucified,
Show us Thy bleeding hands and feet,
Thou who for us hast died.
Cause us the record to receive:
Speak, and the tokens show:
“O be not faithless, but believe
In Me, who died for you!”
Speak, and the tokens show:
“O be not faithless, but believe
In Me, who died for you!”
Lord, I believe for me, even me
Thy wounds were open'd wide;
I see the prints, I more than see
Thy feet, Thy hands, Thy side.
Thy wounds were open'd wide;
I see the prints, I more than see
Thy feet, Thy hands, Thy side.
I cannot fear, I cannot doubt,
I feel the sprinkled blood:
Let every soul with me cry out,
Thou art my Lord, my God!
I feel the sprinkled blood:
Let every soul with me cry out,
Thou art my Lord, my God!
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||