The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
1349.
[Throughout my fallen soul I feel]
Turn Thou me, and I shall be turned.
—xxxi. 18.
Throughout my fallen soul I feel
Repentance is impossible;
Till Thou the rock hast rent,
And changed to flesh the heart of stone,
Like Satan in his chains, I groan,
But never can repent.
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