The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Not one of all the sons of men,
Not one of all the angelic train
The mighty wonder can perform,
Or purify a sinful worm,
But whom the God supreme I own,
Such power belongs to Christ alone.

Thou canst a clean and holy thing
Out of a filthy sinner bring,
Make through the virtue of Thy name
Me the reverse of what I am,
Created after God anew
A spotless saint, a Christian true.

But betwixt hope and sad despair,
Till Thou Thy secret will declare,
Till Thou Thy hallowing blood apply,
Self-loathing at Thy feet I lie;
And if Thy tender mercies fail,
Foul as the fiends, I sink to hell.

Uncertain what my end shall be,
I leave my desperate cause to Thee,
For ever banish'd from Thy face
If justice triumphs over grace,
If grace prevails, I rise forgiven,
And pure in heart, return to heaven.

University of Virginia Library

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[Not one of all the sons of men]