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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
CLVIII.
[Allow'd to kiss my Saviour's feet]
Allow'd to kiss my Saviour's feet,
I here rejoice and grieve:
I never can the sins forget
Which Jesus doth forgive;
Sorrow and joy unspeakable
Alternately I prove,
And now my baseness I bewail,
And now admire His love.
I here rejoice and grieve:
I never can the sins forget
Which Jesus doth forgive;
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Alternately I prove,
And now my baseness I bewail,
And now admire His love.
O might I thus through life remain,
Delightfully distress'd,
And still indulge the pleasing pain
Which tears my happy breast;
Till He, my heart's Desire, appears
Reveal'd in heavenly light,
And wipes away these blessed tears
By that ecstatic sight!
Delightfully distress'd,
And still indulge the pleasing pain
Which tears my happy breast;
Till He, my heart's Desire, appears
Reveal'd in heavenly light,
And wipes away these blessed tears
By that ecstatic sight!
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |