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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
857.
[On every side surrounded]
I waited patiently for the Lord, &c.
—xl. 1–4.
On every side surrounded
With troubles and temptations,
I waited on
My Lord alone,
With humble faith and patience.
In prayer unconquerable,
Instant and persevering,
Implored His aid
On Jesus stay'd,
And long'd for His appearing.
With troubles and temptations,
I waited on
My Lord alone,
With humble faith and patience.
In prayer unconquerable,
Instant and persevering,
Implored His aid
On Jesus stay'd,
And long'd for His appearing.
The God of faithful mercies
Received my supplication,
Nor left me in
The pit of sin,
The depth of desperation.
Out of the mire of nature
(Because His blood had bought me);
Out of the clay
Where sunk I lay,
His outstretch'd arm hath brought me.
Received my supplication,
Nor left me in
The pit of sin,
The depth of desperation.
Out of the mire of nature
(Because His blood had bought me);
Out of the clay
Where sunk I lay,
His outstretch'd arm hath brought me.
He hath my feet establish'd,
And fix'd me in His favour,
A Rock of love
That cannot move,
A Rock that stands for ever.
The way of His commandments
Made plain by His direction,
I gladly run,
And still go on
In Christ, to full redemption.
And fix'd me in His favour,
A Rock of love
That cannot move,
A Rock that stands for ever.
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Made plain by His direction,
I gladly run,
And still go on
In Christ, to full redemption.
He a new song hath taught me
While love my heart inspires,
The matter true
Is always new,
And never, never tires:
The God of pardoning mercy
Hath fill'd me with thanksgiving;
With gospel peace,
And joy's increase,
And raptures in believing.
While love my heart inspires,
The matter true
Is always new,
And never, never tires:
The God of pardoning mercy
Hath fill'd me with thanksgiving;
With gospel peace,
And joy's increase,
And raptures in believing.
A multitude of sinners
Shall see my exultation,
And struck with fear
The Lord revere,
The God of my salvation.
Trembling at His displeasure
The crowd shall fall before Him,
Till fear give place
To gospel grace,
And all in love adore Him.
Shall see my exultation,
And struck with fear
The Lord revere,
The God of my salvation.
Trembling at His displeasure
The crowd shall fall before Him,
Till fear give place
To gospel grace,
And all in love adore Him.
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