The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Tell me, affrighted reason, tell
What is that death I soon shall feel?
“The foul original disgrace
Involving our devoted race,
The sad effect of Adam's fall,
The direful curse entail'd on all.”

His oracles the answer give,
Who wills that all mankind should live,

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Who lived Himself in grief and woe,
On me His blessing to bestow,
To purchase immortality,
Who died for all mankind and me.

Saviour and Prince of life and peace,
Thy passion bids my horrors cease:
Through Thy atoning sacrifice,
The light doth out of darkness rise,
And scatters all my guilty gloom,
And gilds the horrors of the tomb.

The death Thou didst for me sustain,
Shall mitigate my mortal pain,
While leaning on Thy bloody cross,
I trust with Thee my desperate cause,
My sufferings to Thy sufferings join,
And mix my parting soul with Thine.

University of Virginia Library

HYMN XXXV.

[Tell me, affrighted reason, tell]