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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
CXXI. ANOTHER.
[Let the redeem'd by grace]
Let the redeem'd by grace
Their kind Redeemer praise:
Ransom'd from the gaping grave,
Jesus hid my life above,
Ready was my Lord to save
The dear object of His love.
Their kind Redeemer praise:
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Jesus hid my life above,
Ready was my Lord to save
The dear object of His love.
Pluck'd from the jaws of death,
Saviour, Thy praise I breathe,
Pledge of greater mercies still
This deliverance I receive,
Live to' experience all Thy will,
Only for Thy glory live.
Saviour, Thy praise I breathe,
Pledge of greater mercies still
This deliverance I receive,
Live to' experience all Thy will,
Only for Thy glory live.
Thy healing work begun
Wilt Thou not carry on,
Nature's wasted strength repair,
Clothe my flesh with vigour new,
That I may Thy power declare,
Testify that Thou art true?
Wilt Thou not carry on,
Nature's wasted strength repair,
Clothe my flesh with vigour new,
That I may Thy power declare,
Testify that Thou art true?
But most I long to prove
The sweetness of Thy love:
Filial love for servile fear
Shed it in my heart abroad;
Now as slain for me appear,
Show Thyself the pardoning God.
The sweetness of Thy love:
Filial love for servile fear
Shed it in my heart abroad;
Now as slain for me appear,
Show Thyself the pardoning God.
Incapable of rest
Till of Thy love possess'd,
Comforted I cannot be,
Till Thou dost the grace bestow,
Wrestling in Thy strength with Thee,
Weakness will not let Thee go.
Till of Thy love possess'd,
Comforted I cannot be,
Till Thou dost the grace bestow,
Wrestling in Thy strength with Thee,
Weakness will not let Thee go.
Reserved for this alone
To know as I am known,
Come with Thy salvation, Lord,
Let my sins no longer part,
Speak the reconciling word,
Speak Thyself into my heart.
To know as I am known,
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Let my sins no longer part,
Speak the reconciling word,
Speak Thyself into my heart.
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