The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
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[The summer of my youth is pass'd]
The summer of my youth is pass'd,
The winter of old age is here;
Yet, O my God, unsaved at last,
Unchanged, unholy I appear:
I am not in Thine image found,
A mere, mere helpless sinner I,
A wretched cumberer of the ground,
Not fit to live, not fit to die.
The winter of old age is here;
Yet, O my God, unsaved at last,
Unchanged, unholy I appear:
I am not in Thine image found,
A mere, mere helpless sinner I,
A wretched cumberer of the ground,
Not fit to live, not fit to die.
Mercy as with my latest breath,
Mercy in Jesus I implore,
My Ransomer from sin and death,
Spirit of life, and love, and power.
Enter this desperate, dying heart,
A saint out of a sinner bring,
And saved, I then in peace depart,
And Jesu's praise for ever sing.
Mercy in Jesus I implore,
My Ransomer from sin and death,
Spirit of life, and love, and power.
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A saint out of a sinner bring,
And saved, I then in peace depart,
And Jesu's praise for ever sing.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||