 | I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
 | IX. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| 819. |
| 820. |
| 821. |
| 822. |
| 823. |
| 824. |
| 825. |
| 826. |
| 827. |
| 828. |
| 829. |
| 830. |
| 831. |
| 832. |
| 833. |
| 834. |
| 835. |
| 836. |
| 837. |
| 838. |
| 839. |
| 840. |
| 841. |
| 842. |
| 843. |
| 844. |
| 845. |
| 846. |
| 847. |
| 848. |
| 849. |
| 850. |
| 851. |
| 852. |
| 853. |
| 854. |
| 855. |
| 856. |
| 857. |
| 858. |
| 859. |
| 860. |
| 861. |
| 862. |
| 863. |
| 864. |
| 865. |
| 866. |
| 867. |
| 868. |
| 869. |
| 870. |
| 871. |
| 872. |
| 873. |
| 874. |
| 875. |
| 876. |
| 877. |
| 878. |
| 879. |
| 880. |
| 881. |
| 882. |
| 883. |
| 884. |
| 885. |
| 886. |
| 887. |
| 888. |
| 889. |
| 890. |
| 891. |
| 892. |
| 893. |
| 894. |
| 895. |
| 896. |
| 897. |
| 898. |
| 899. |
| 900. |
| 901. |
| 902. |
| 903. |
| 904. |
| 905. |
| 906. |
| 907. |
| 908. |
| 909. |
| 910. |
| 911. |
| 912. |
| 913. |
| 914. |
| 915. |
| 916. |
| 917. |
| 918. |
| 919. |
| 920. |
| 921. |
| 922. |
| 923. |
| 924. |
| 925. |
| 926. |
| 927. |
| 928. |
| 929. |
| 930. |
| 931. |
| 932. |
| 933. |
| 934. |
| 935. |
| 936. |
| 937. |
| 938. |
| 939. |
| 940. |
| 941. |
| 942. |
| 943. |
| 944. |
| 945. |
| 946. |
| 947. |
| 948. |
| 949. |
| 950. |
| 951. |
| 952. |
| 953. |
| 954. |
| 955. |
| 956. |
| 957. |
| 958. |
| 959. |
| 960. |
| 961. |
| 962. |
| 963. |
| 964. |
| 965. |
| 966. |
| 967. |
| 968. |
| 969. |
| 970. |
| 971. |
| 972. |
| 973. |
| 974. |
| 975. |
| 976. |
| 977. |
| 978. |
| 979. |
| 980. |
| 981. |
| 982. |
| 983. |
| 984. |
| 985. |
| 986. |
| 987. |
| 988. |
|
|
|
|
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
615.
[How should we place to Satan give]
Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this, &c.
—viii. 13.
How should we place to Satan give,
Or sin to such excess?
We cannot now the depths conceive
Of our own wickedness;
Ourselves so skilful to conceal,
So exquisite our art,
God only knows the utmost hell
Of the deceitful heart.
Or sin to such excess?
We cannot now the depths conceive
Of our own wickedness;
Ourselves so skilful to conceal,
So exquisite our art,
God only knows the utmost hell
Of the deceitful heart.
But now, whate'er was done by man,
Divinely taught I see,
What most my soul abhors, I can
Commit, if left by Thee:
Ah, do not, Lord, forsake Thine own,
And I shall never fall,
Urged to all sins shall yield to none,
Though capable of all.
Divinely taught I see,
What most my soul abhors, I can
Commit, if left by Thee:
196
And I shall never fall,
Urged to all sins shall yield to none,
Though capable of all.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |