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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
HYMN XVI.
[Saviour of all, by God design'd]
Saviour of all, by God design'd
Our loss of Eden to retrieve,
Mighty Restorer of mankind,
In whom we all, though dead, may live,—
Our loss of Eden to retrieve,
Mighty Restorer of mankind,
In whom we all, though dead, may live,—
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In rapture lost, on Thee I gaze,
Thy universal goodness prove,
Adore the riches of Thy grace,
And triumph in Thy boundless love.
Thy universal goodness prove,
Adore the riches of Thy grace,
And triumph in Thy boundless love.
Rest to my soul I now have found,
My interest in Thy blood I see;
On this my confidence I ground,
Who died for all hath died for me.
My interest in Thy blood I see;
On this my confidence I ground,
Who died for all hath died for me.
For me, for me the Saviour died!
Surely Thy grace for all is free:
I feel it now by faith applied;
Who died for all hath died for me.
Surely Thy grace for all is free:
I feel it now by faith applied;
Who died for all hath died for me.
No dire decree obtain'd Thy seal,
Or fix'd the' unalterable doom,
Consign'd my unborn soul to hell,
Or damn'd me from my mother's womb.
Or fix'd the' unalterable doom,
Consign'd my unborn soul to hell,
Or damn'd me from my mother's womb.
Who that beholds Thy lovely face
Can doubt if all Thy grace may share?
So strong the lines of general grace—
Grace, grace is all that's written there.
Can doubt if all Thy grace may share?
So strong the lines of general grace—
Grace, grace is all that's written there.
Loving to every man Thou art:
Sinners, ye all His grace may prove;
He bears you all upon His heart;
God is not hate, but God is love.
Sinners, ye all His grace may prove;
He bears you all upon His heart;
God is not hate, but God is love.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||