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855.
[A sojourner and stranger]
I am a stranger with Thee, &c.
—xxxix. 14, 15.
A sojourner and stranger,
Thou dost Thy creature see,
A short-lived wretch in danger
Of deathless misery:
Like those that went before me,
I soon shall end my race;
But first, O God, restore me
To live the life of grace.
Thou dost Thy creature see,
A short-lived wretch in danger
Of deathless misery:
Like those that went before me,
I soon shall end my race;
But first, O God, restore me
To live the life of grace.
Spare me a little longer,
Till out of weakness made
Than sin and Satan stronger,
I own Thy constant aid,
I feel the sinless nature
Thou dost to saints impart,
And find my New Creator
Possessing all my heart.
Till out of weakness made
Than sin and Satan stronger,
I own Thy constant aid,
I feel the sinless nature
Thou dost to saints impart,
And find my New Creator
Possessing all my heart.
Jesus, Thou art the Power
I live but to regain:
Hasten the welcome hour,
Restore the Spirit's reign.
With restless expectation,
I gasp to compass Thee,
The Strength of my salvation,
The Power of God in me.
I live but to regain:
Hasten the welcome hour,
Restore the Spirit's reign.
With restless expectation,
I gasp to compass Thee,
The Strength of my salvation,
The Power of God in me.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||