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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
AFTER A RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.
Thy will be done, Thy name be blest!
I am not, gracious Lord, my own;
Whate'er Thy wisdom sends is best,
Thy name be praised, Thy will be done.
I am not, gracious Lord, my own;
Whate'er Thy wisdom sends is best,
Thy name be praised, Thy will be done.
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Earnest of benefits behind,
Of all Thy bounty waits to give,
Pledge of a sound and healthful mind,
My life I at Thy hands receive.
Of all Thy bounty waits to give,
Pledge of a sound and healthful mind,
My life I at Thy hands receive.
Snatch'd from the death of sin, my soul
Shall never see corruption's grave;
Surely Thy love shall make me whole,
Thy love can to the utmost save.
Shall never see corruption's grave;
Surely Thy love shall make me whole,
Thy love can to the utmost save.
Thy love hath cast out servile fear,
No longer can I doubt or mourn;
To the black dungeon of despair
I never, never shall return.
No longer can I doubt or mourn;
To the black dungeon of despair
I never, never shall return.
Sin shall not have dominion now,
Or in my mortal body reign;
Jesus, my Lord, my Saviour Thou,
Thou hast the lawless tyrant slain.
Or in my mortal body reign;
Jesus, my Lord, my Saviour Thou,
Thou hast the lawless tyrant slain.
Still, O my God, Thy power display,
Thy kingdom to my soul restore;
Those other lords persist to slay,
And suffer them to rise no more.
Thy kingdom to my soul restore;
Those other lords persist to slay,
And suffer them to rise no more.
If now I have acceptance found
With Thee, or favour in Thy sight,
With Thine omnipotence surround,
And arm me with Thy Spirit's might.
With Thee, or favour in Thy sight,
With Thine omnipotence surround,
And arm me with Thy Spirit's might.
O may I hear His warning voice,
And timely fly from danger near;
With reverence unto Thee rejoice,
And love Thee with a filial fear.
And timely fly from danger near;
With reverence unto Thee rejoice,
And love Thee with a filial fear.
Still hold my soul in second life,
And suffer not my feet to slide;
Support me in the glorious strife,
And comfort me on every side.
And suffer not my feet to slide;
Support me in the glorious strife,
And comfort me on every side.
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O give me faith and faith's increase,
Finish the work begun in me;
Preserve my soul in perfect peace,
That stays, and waits, and hangs on Thee.
Finish the work begun in me;
Preserve my soul in perfect peace,
That stays, and waits, and hangs on Thee.
O let Thy gracious Spirit guide,
And bring me to the promised land,
Where righteousness and peace reside,
And all submit to love's command.
And bring me to the promised land,
Where righteousness and peace reside,
And all submit to love's command.
A land where milk and honey flow,
And springs of pure delights arise;
Delights which I shall shortly know:
I shall regain my paradise.
And springs of pure delights arise;
Delights which I shall shortly know:
I shall regain my paradise.
I see it now from Pisgah's top,
Pleasant, and beautiful, and good;
In all the confidence of hope,
I claim the purchase of Thy blood.
Pleasant, and beautiful, and good;
In all the confidence of hope,
I claim the purchase of Thy blood.
Of righteousness Divine possest,
O let me grasp the prize so nigh,
Enter into the promised rest,
Enjoy Thy perfect love, and die.
O let me grasp the prize so nigh,
Enter into the promised rest,
Enjoy Thy perfect love, and die.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |