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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
ISAIAH XXVI. 13, 14.
O Lord, my God, with shame I own
That other lords have sway'd,
Have in my heart set up their throne,
And abject I obey'd.
That other lords have sway'd,
Have in my heart set up their throne,
And abject I obey'd.
Thy enemies usurp'd the place,
And robb'd Thee of Thy due;
A slave to every vice I was,
And only evil knew.
And robb'd Thee of Thy due;
A slave to every vice I was,
And only evil knew.
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With sin I joyfully complied,
I yielded unconstrain'd;
Passion, and appetite, and pride,
And self, and nature reign'd.
I yielded unconstrain'd;
Passion, and appetite, and pride,
And self, and nature reign'd.
But ended is the shameful hour,
The' usurper's reign is past,
Blasted their strength, o'erturn'd their power,
And I am saved at last.
The' usurper's reign is past,
Blasted their strength, o'erturn'd their power,
And I am saved at last.
Thy love, by which redeem'd I am,
For ever be adored;
I now shall live to bless Thy name,
And call my Jesus Lord.
For ever be adored;
I now shall live to bless Thy name,
And call my Jesus Lord.
Those other lords no more are mine,
No more their slave am I;
I tread them down with strength Divine,
I all my sins defy.
No more their slave am I;
I tread them down with strength Divine,
I all my sins defy.
Freed am I now, for ever freed
From their destructive power;
Nail'd to the cross, they all are dead,
And shall revive no more.
From their destructive power;
Nail'd to the cross, they all are dead,
And shall revive no more.
The glorious presence of my God
Hath all the tyrants slain;
Their name, their memory is destroy'd,
When I am born again.
Hath all the tyrants slain;
Their name, their memory is destroy'd,
When I am born again.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||