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| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
887.
[This evil above all]
Let them fall from one wickedness to another.
—lxix. 28.
This evil above all,
Jesus, I deprecate;
Before from sin to sin I fall
With all my nature's weight,
My tempted soul require:
But first Thy mercy show,
And save me, save me as by fire,
From quenchless flames below.
Jesus, I deprecate;
Before from sin to sin I fall
With all my nature's weight,
My tempted soul require:
But first Thy mercy show,
And save me, save me as by fire,
From quenchless flames below.
Further and further still
I surely shall sin on,
And through the last extremes of ill
To swift destruction run:
Unless my constant stay,
My present help Thou art,
And take the love of sin away
Out of this desperate heart.
I surely shall sin on,
And through the last extremes of ill
To swift destruction run:
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My present help Thou art,
And take the love of sin away
Out of this desperate heart.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||