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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN VII.
[Join all, whom God in Jesus spares]
Join all, whom God in Jesus spares,
And mingle praises with your prayers,
Sing to the Lord a solemn song,
Whose mercy respites us so long.
And mingle praises with your prayers,
Sing to the Lord a solemn song,
Whose mercy respites us so long.
Mercy alone deferr'd our doom,
And would not let the judgment come;
Thy mercy we with reverence praise,
And wonder at Thy patient grace.
And would not let the judgment come;
Thy mercy we with reverence praise,
And wonder at Thy patient grace.
Saviour, Thy unexhausted love
Did still the' approaching woe remove,
With famine, war, and earthquake near,
It rescued us from year to year.
Did still the' approaching woe remove,
With famine, war, and earthquake near,
It rescued us from year to year.
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A bush unburn'd amidst the flame,
Jesus, we magnify Thy name,
Our strange deliverances admire,
And give Thee glory in the fire.
Jesus, we magnify Thy name,
Our strange deliverances admire,
And give Thee glory in the fire.
Preserved so oft, we cannot doubt,
Thy mighty arm shall bear us out,
Our suffering souls like gold refine,
And whiten us in blood Divine.
Thy mighty arm shall bear us out,
Our suffering souls like gold refine,
And whiten us in blood Divine.
And if the sword a few destroys,
The rest shall tremble, and rejoice,
Repent, and know their sins forgiven,
And glorify the God of heaven.
The rest shall tremble, and rejoice,
Repent, and know their sins forgiven,
And glorify the God of heaven.
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