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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Wesley, Charles (1707-1788)

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HYMNS FOR THE USE OF FAMILIES, AND ON VARIOUS OCCASIONS. By CHARLES WESLEY, M.A., Late Student of Christ-Church.
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HYMNS ON THE TRINITY.
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The Divinity of the Holy Ghost.
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The Plurality and Trinity of Persons.
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HYMNS and PRAYERS TO THE TRINITY.
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PREPARATION FOR DEATH, IN SEVERAL HYMNS.
  
AN ELEGY ON THE LATE REVEREND George Whitefield, M.A.,
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40

GRACE.

From the same.

My stock lies dead, and no increase
Does Thy past gifts improve:
O, let Thy graces without cease
Drop gently from above.
If still the sun should hide his face,
Earth would a dungeon prove,
Thy works night's captives: O, let grace
Drop gently from above.
The dew unsought each morning falls:
Less bounteous is Thy dove?
The dew for which my spirit calls
Drop gently from above.
Death is still digging like a mole
My grave, where'er I move;
Let grace work too, and on my soul
Drop gently from above.
Sin is still spreading o'er my heart
A hardness void of love;
Let suppling grace, to cross her art,
Drop gently from above.
O, come; for Thou dost know the way!
Or, if Thou wilt not move,
Translate me, where I need not say
Drop gently from above.
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