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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN LXXX.
[Jesus, Son of David, hear]
Jesus, Son of David, hear,
Thou whom angels glorify,
Bless Thine infant worshipper,
Me who now Hosanna cry,
Hardly understand the word;
Yet I humbly pray for grace,
Teach my heart to call Thee Lord,
Teach my heart to mean Thy praise.
Thou whom angels glorify,
Bless Thine infant worshipper,
Me who now Hosanna cry,
Hardly understand the word;
Yet I humbly pray for grace,
Teach my heart to call Thee Lord,
Teach my heart to mean Thy praise.
Me, they say, Thy hands have made,
Me Thy precious blood hath bought:
But without Thy Spirit's aid,
This surpasses all my thought:
Saviour, to my heart explain,
Maker both of earth and sky,
How could God become a man?
How could God for sinners die?
Me Thy precious blood hath bought:
But without Thy Spirit's aid,
This surpasses all my thought:
Saviour, to my heart explain,
Maker both of earth and sky,
How could God become a man?
How could God for sinners die?
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Take me young into Thy school,
Me in my simplicity
By Thy word and Spirit rule,
Thou my kind Instructor be;
Then I shall my Master prize,
Then I shall my Saviour love,
Till on angels' wings I rise,
Rise, and sing Thy praise above.
Me in my simplicity
By Thy word and Spirit rule,
Thou my kind Instructor be;
Then I shall my Master prize,
Then I shall my Saviour love,
Till on angels' wings I rise,
Rise, and sing Thy praise above.
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