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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN LII.
[Who giv'st me yet a longer space]
Who giv'st me yet a longer space,
A moment's merciful reprieve,
Saviour, vouchsafe the softening grace,
The pure Divine affection give,
And then my grateful soul remove
To grasp in Thee the God I love.
A moment's merciful reprieve,
Saviour, vouchsafe the softening grace,
The pure Divine affection give,
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To grasp in Thee the God I love.
Now let Thy dying love constrain
My heart to make the kind return,
To love my loving Lord again,
The Comforter of all that mourn;
The weary burden'd sinner's rest,
Prepare and take me to Thy breast.
My heart to make the kind return,
To love my loving Lord again,
The Comforter of all that mourn;
The weary burden'd sinner's rest,
Prepare and take me to Thy breast.
United with Thy sacrifice,
Memorial sweet before the throne,
O might this faithful prayer arise,
And bring the great salvation down,
The peace which human thought transcends,
The mystic joy which never ends.
Memorial sweet before the throne,
O might this faithful prayer arise,
And bring the great salvation down,
The peace which human thought transcends,
The mystic joy which never ends.
Soon as the antepast I feel,
Thy love's ineffable delight,
Saviour, Thy majesty reveal,
That soul-beatifying sight,
That sight to raptured seraphs given,
That sight which makes a heaven of heaven!
Thy love's ineffable delight,
Saviour, Thy majesty reveal,
That soul-beatifying sight,
That sight to raptured seraphs given,
That sight which makes a heaven of heaven!
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |