 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN XIV.
[Jesus, come! our utmost Jesus]
Jesus, come! our utmost Jesus,
Save us from the world beneath,
From a life of pain release us,
From a life of daily death;
Listen to the ceaseless moaning
Of Thy plaintive turtle-dove:
Answer, Lord, Thy Spirit's groaning,
Take us to our church above.
Save us from the world beneath,
From a life of pain release us,
From a life of daily death;
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Of Thy plaintive turtle-dove:
Answer, Lord, Thy Spirit's groaning,
Take us to our church above.
Many a soul is lodged before us,
In the garner of the grave:
Jesus, come! to life restore us,
Us from all our troubles save.
Us in infinite compassion
To our happier friends unite,
Raise us to our highest station,
Rank us with Thy saints in light.
In the garner of the grave:
Jesus, come! to life restore us,
Us from all our troubles save.
Us in infinite compassion
To our happier friends unite,
Raise us to our highest station,
Rank us with Thy saints in light.
Still we bear about Thy dying
In our feeble bodies here,
Languishing for Thee, and crying,
“Light of life, in us appear,
Take us to Thy kind embraces,
To Thy heavenly banquet lead;
Wipe the sorrow from our faces,
Set the crown upon our head.”
In our feeble bodies here,
Languishing for Thee, and crying,
“Light of life, in us appear,
Take us to Thy kind embraces,
To Thy heavenly banquet lead;
Wipe the sorrow from our faces,
Set the crown upon our head.”
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