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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
AGAINST HOPE, BELIEVING IN HOPE.
My God! I know, I feel Thee mine,
And will not quit my claim,
Till all I have be lost in Thine,
And all renew'd I am.
And will not quit my claim,
Till all I have be lost in Thine,
And all renew'd I am.
I hold Thee with a trembling hand,
I will not let Thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand,
And all Thy goodness know.
I will not let Thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand,
And all Thy goodness know.
When shall I see the welcome hour
That plants my God in me!
Spirit of health, and life, and power,
And perfect liberty!
That plants my God in me!
Spirit of health, and life, and power,
And perfect liberty!
Jesu, Thy all-victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fix'd in God.
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fix'd in God.
Love only can the conquest win,
The strength of sin subdue,
(Mine own unconquerable sin,)
And form my soul anew.
The strength of sin subdue,
(Mine own unconquerable sin,)
And form my soul anew.
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Love can bow down the stubborn neck,
The stone to flesh convert,
Soften, and melt, and pierce, and break
An adamantine heart.
The stone to flesh convert,
Soften, and melt, and pierce, and break
An adamantine heart.
O that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow,
Burn up the dross of base desire,
And make the mountains flow!
Might now begin to glow,
Burn up the dross of base desire,
And make the mountains flow!
O that it now from heaven might fall,
And all my sins consume!
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call;
Spirit of burning, come!
And all my sins consume!
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call;
Spirit of burning, come!
Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul,
Scatter Thy life through every part,
And sanctify the whole.
Illuminate my soul,
Scatter Thy life through every part,
And sanctify the whole.
Sorrow and sin shall then expire;
While, enter'd into rest,
I only live my God to' admire,
My God for ever blest.
While, enter'd into rest,
I only live my God to' admire,
My God for ever blest.
No longer then my heart shall mourn,
While, purified by grace,
I only for His glory burn,
And always see His face.
While, purified by grace,
I only for His glory burn,
And always see His face.
My steadfast soul, from falling free,
Can now no longer move;
Jesus is all the world to me,
And all my heart is love.
Can now no longer move;
Jesus is all the world to me,
And all my heart is love.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |