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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
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[Jesus, to Thee]
O that I had wings like a dove, for then, &c.
—lv. 6–8.
Jesus, to Thee
I fain would flee,
The sinner's sanctuary;
Find my true felicity,
And in Thy presence tarry.
I fain would flee,
The sinner's sanctuary;
Find my true felicity,
And in Thy presence tarry.
O let the Dove,
Who from above
First on Thyself descended,
Fill my heart with patient love,
Till all these storms are ended.
Who from above
First on Thyself descended,
Fill my heart with patient love,
Till all these storms are ended.
Thrice happy, might
I urge my flight,
Removed by His translation,
Out of darkness into light,
Into Thy full salvation!
I urge my flight,
Removed by His translation,
Out of darkness into light,
Into Thy full salvation!
The rest be mine
For which I pine,
Which for Thy saints remaineth;
Rest of righteousness Divine,
Where love eternal reigneth.
For which I pine,
Which for Thy saints remaineth;
Rest of righteousness Divine,
Where love eternal reigneth.
The eagles' wings,
Thy Spirit brings
The wings of faith and prayer;
They beyond all earthly things
My ravish'd soul shall bear.
Thy Spirit brings
The wings of faith and prayer;
They beyond all earthly things
My ravish'd soul shall bear.
Far from the crowd
Of passions loud,
Thyself to me discover:
Then I dwell alone with God,
And clasp my heavenly Lover;
Of passions loud,
Thyself to me discover:
Then I dwell alone with God,
And clasp my heavenly Lover;
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In calm repose
Forget my woes,
And all things transitory;
Then my willing eyes I close,
And wake to see Thy glory.
Forget my woes,
And all things transitory;
Then my willing eyes I close,
And wake to see Thy glory.
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