The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
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IV.
[How can I hate what nature loves]
How can I hate what nature loves,
And love what nature hates,
Till in my soul Thy Spirit moves,
And me anew creates?
Till Thou out of a thing unclean
An holy thing produce:
I then shall loathe and fly from sin,
And only goodness choose.
And love what nature hates,
Till in my soul Thy Spirit moves,
And me anew creates?
Till Thou out of a thing unclean
An holy thing produce:
I then shall loathe and fly from sin,
And only goodness choose.
O that the miracle of grace
Were now display'd on me,
Renew'd in real holiness,
Created after Thee!
Satan, the world, and sin to' exclude,
Thy matchless power exert,
And dwell with all Thy plenitude,
Jehovah, in my heart.
Were now display'd on me,
Renew'd in real holiness,
Created after Thee!
Satan, the world, and sin to' exclude,
Thy matchless power exert,
And dwell with all Thy plenitude,
Jehovah, in my heart.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||