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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
AFTER A RELAPSE INTO SIN.
Depth of mercy! Can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear;
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear;
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
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I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
Oft profaned His hallow'd name,
Put Him to an open shame.
I afresh have crucified,
Oft profaned His hallow'd name,
Put Him to an open shame.
I have spilt His precious blood,
Trampled on the Son of God,
Fill'd with pangs unspeakable,
I—and yet am not in hell.
Trampled on the Son of God,
Fill'd with pangs unspeakable,
I—and yet am not in hell.
Lo! I cumber still the ground!
Lo! an Advocate is found,
“Hasten not to cut him down,
Let this barren soul alone.”
Lo! an Advocate is found,
“Hasten not to cut him down,
Let this barren soul alone.”
Jesus speaks, and pleads His blood;
He disarms the wrath of God;
Now my Father's bowels move,
Justice lingers into love.
He disarms the wrath of God;
Now my Father's bowels move,
Justice lingers into love.
Kindled His relentings are;
Me He now delights to spare;
Cries, “How shall I give thee up?”
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Me He now delights to spare;
Cries, “How shall I give thee up?”
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above;
See the cause in Jesu's face,
Now before the throne of grace.
Ask my Advocate above;
See the cause in Jesu's face,
Now before the throne of grace.
There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands!
God is love: I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps! but loves me still!
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands!
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Jesus weeps! but loves me still!
Jesus! answer from above,
Is not all Thy nature love?
Wilt Thou not the wrong forget,
Suffer me to kiss Thy feet?
Is not all Thy nature love?
Wilt Thou not the wrong forget,
Suffer me to kiss Thy feet?
If I rightly read Thy heart,
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow,
Pardon, and accept me now.
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow,
Pardon, and accept me now.
Pity from Thine eye let fall;
By a look my soul recall;
Now the stone to flesh convert,
Cast a look, and break my heart.
By a look my soul recall;
Now the stone to flesh convert,
Cast a look, and break my heart.
Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more!
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more!
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |