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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
ISAIAH XXXII. 2.
“And a man shall be as an hiding-place from the wind,
and a covert from the tempest: as rivers of water
in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.”
To the haven of Thy breast,
O Son of Man, I fly:
Be my refuge and my rest;
For O, the storm is high!
Save me from the furious blast,
A covert from the tempest be;
Hide me, Jesu, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.
O Son of Man, I fly:
Be my refuge and my rest;
For O, the storm is high!
Save me from the furious blast,
A covert from the tempest be;
Hide me, Jesu, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.
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Welcome as the water-spring
To a dry, barren place,
O descend on me, and bring
Thy sweet refreshing grace;
O'er a parch'd and weary land
As a great rock extends its shade,
Hide me, Saviour, with Thy hand,
And screen my naked head.
To a dry, barren place,
O descend on me, and bring
Thy sweet refreshing grace;
O'er a parch'd and weary land
As a great rock extends its shade,
Hide me, Saviour, with Thy hand,
And screen my naked head.
In the time of my distress
Thou hast my succour been,
In my utter helplessness
Restraining me from sin;
O how swiftly didst Thou move
To save me in the trying hour!
Still protect me with Thy love,
And shield me with Thy power.
Thou hast my succour been,
In my utter helplessness
Restraining me from sin;
O how swiftly didst Thou move
To save me in the trying hour!
Still protect me with Thy love,
And shield me with Thy power.
First and Last, in me perform
The work Thou hast begun,
Be my shelter from the storm,
My shadow from the sun;
Sprinkle still the mercy-seat,
And bring Thy Father's anger down;
Screen me, Jesu, from the heat
And terror of His frown.
The work Thou hast begun,
Be my shelter from the storm,
My shadow from the sun;
Sprinkle still the mercy-seat,
And bring Thy Father's anger down;
Screen me, Jesu, from the heat
And terror of His frown.
Let Thy merit as a cloud
Still interpose between;
Plead the' atonement of Thy blood
Till I am cleansed from sin:
Weary, parch'd with thirst, and faint,
Till Thou the' abiding Spirit breathe,
Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of Thy death.
Still interpose between;
Plead the' atonement of Thy blood
Till I am cleansed from sin:
Weary, parch'd with thirst, and faint,
Till Thou the' abiding Spirit breathe,
Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of Thy death.
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Never shall I want it less
When Thou the gift hast given,
Fill'd me with Thy righteousness,
And seal'd the heir of heaven;
I shall hang upon my God,
Till I Thy perfect glory see,
Till the sprinkling of Thy blood
Shall speak me up to Thee.
When Thou the gift hast given,
Fill'd me with Thy righteousness,
And seal'd the heir of heaven;
I shall hang upon my God,
Till I Thy perfect glory see,
Till the sprinkling of Thy blood
Shall speak me up to Thee.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |