| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
937.
[Full oft Thou hast my helper been]
Thou hast thrust sore at me that I might fall, &c.
—cxviii. 13.
Full oft Thou hast my helper been,
When sorely by the world assail'd,
By Satan, and my bosom sin,
My goings, Lord, had well-nigh fail'd:
Thou hast, in honour of Thy name,
Snatch'd me out of the lion's teeth,
Pluck'd as a brand out of the flame,
And saved my soul from endless death.
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