| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| 574. |
| 575. |
| 576. |
| 577. |
| 578. |
| 579. |
| 580. |
| 581. |
| 582. |
| 583. |
| 584. |
| 585. |
| 586. |
| 587. |
| 588. |
| 589. |
| 590. |
| 591. |
| 592. |
| 593. |
| 594. |
| 595. |
| 596. |
| 597. |
| 598. |
| 599. |
| 600. |
| 601. |
| 602. |
| 603. |
| 604. |
| 605. |
| 606. |
| 607. |
| 608. |
| 609. |
| 610. |
| 611. |
| 612. |
| 613. |
| 614. |
| 615. |
| 616. |
| 617. |
| 618. |
| 619. |
| 620. |
| 621. |
| 622. |
| 623. |
| 624. |
| 625. |
| 626. |
| 627. |
| 628. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
363
HYMN XI.
[Giver, Lord, of life and death]
Giver, Lord, of life and death,
Disposer of Thine own,
Ready to resign my breath,
Thou hear'st a sinner groan;
For this only thing I pray,
Indulged as with a last reprieve,
Take the sting of death away,
And then my soul receive.
Disposer of Thine own,
Ready to resign my breath,
Thou hear'st a sinner groan;
For this only thing I pray,
Indulged as with a last reprieve,
Take the sting of death away,
And then my soul receive.
Pass'd on all the sinful kind,
I own Thy sentence just,
Earth to earth again consign'd,
And dust be mix'd with dust.
Nature's debt content I pay;
But, O! before the flesh I leave,
Take the sting of death away,
And then my soul receive.
I own Thy sentence just,
Earth to earth again consign'd,
And dust be mix'd with dust.
Nature's debt content I pay;
But, O! before the flesh I leave,
Take the sting of death away,
And then my soul receive.
Father of compassions, show
Thy mercy to my heart,
That, when Thee in Christ I know,
I may in peace depart:
Nothing here can court my stay,
If Thou the prodigal forgive;
Take the sting of death away,
And then my soul receive.
Thy mercy to my heart,
That, when Thee in Christ I know,
I may in peace depart:
Nothing here can court my stay,
If Thou the prodigal forgive;
Take the sting of death away,
And then my soul receive.
If my threatening sins were gone,
How freely, Lord, would I
Lay the mortal body down,
As privileged to die;
God of love, no more delay
The grace, for which alone I grieve;
Take the sting of death away,
And now my soul receive.
How freely, Lord, would I
Lay the mortal body down,
As privileged to die;
364
The grace, for which alone I grieve;
Take the sting of death away,
And now my soul receive.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||