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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
THE SAME.
[O great mountain, who art thou]
O great mountain, who art thou,
That darest my God defy?
Thou shalt tremble, stoop, and bow,
When Jesus but draws nigh:
When He to my heart comes in,
Thou shalt there no longer be;
From that hour, Indwelling Sin,
Thou hast no place in me.
That darest my God defy?
Thou shalt tremble, stoop, and bow,
When Jesus but draws nigh:
When He to my heart comes in,
Thou shalt there no longer be;
From that hour, Indwelling Sin,
Thou hast no place in me.
As a grain of mustard-seed
If faith in Christ I have,
From all sin I shall be freed;
I know my Lord will save
Me from all iniquity;
Faith shall move the mountain load,
Cast it out into the sea
Of His all-cleansing blood.
If faith in Christ I have,
From all sin I shall be freed;
I know my Lord will save
Me from all iniquity;
Faith shall move the mountain load,
Cast it out into the sea
Of His all-cleansing blood.
Who hath slighted or contemn'd
The day of feeble things?
I shall be by grace redeem'd,
'Tis grace salvation brings:
Ready now my Saviour stands;
Him I now rejoice to see
With the plummet in His hands,
To build and finish me.
The day of feeble things?
I shall be by grace redeem'd,
'Tis grace salvation brings:
Ready now my Saviour stands;
Him I now rejoice to see
With the plummet in His hands,
To build and finish me.
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I right early shall awake,
And see the perfect day;
Soon the Lamb of God shall take
My inbred sin away:
When to me my Lord shall come,
Sin for ever shall depart;
Jesus takes up all the room
In a believing heart.
And see the perfect day;
Soon the Lamb of God shall take
My inbred sin away:
When to me my Lord shall come,
Sin for ever shall depart;
Jesus takes up all the room
In a believing heart.
Son of God, arise, arise,
And to Thy temple come;
Look, and with Thy flaming eyes
The Man of Sin consume;
Slay him with Thy Spirit, Lord,
Reign Thou in my heart alone;
Speak the sanctifying word,
And seal me all Thine own.
And to Thy temple come;
Look, and with Thy flaming eyes
The Man of Sin consume;
Slay him with Thy Spirit, Lord,
Reign Thou in my heart alone;
Speak the sanctifying word,
And seal me all Thine own.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |