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LXX. |
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LXXIII. |
LXXIV. |
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LXXIX. |
LXXX. |
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CIX. |
CX. |
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CXXX. |
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CXXXIII. |
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CXLVIII. |
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CLXIII. |
CLXIV. |
CLXV. |
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763.
[Omnipotence alone]
Behold, there was a great earthquake, &c.
—xxviii. 2–4.
Omnipotence alone
Can roll away the stone,
The mountain-bar remove,
The obstacle to love,
The rock of infidelity,
And let my Lord arise in me.
Can roll away the stone,
The mountain-bar remove,
The obstacle to love,
The rock of infidelity,
And let my Lord arise in me.
O that this earth might quake,
And all the keepers shake!
O might I feel the fear
Which speaks my Saviour near!
Let nature now as dead become,
While Jesus rises from the tomb.
And all the keepers shake!
O might I feel the fear
Which speaks my Saviour near!
Let nature now as dead become,
While Jesus rises from the tomb.
Even now a sketch I see
Of Jesus' victory,
My rising Lord I feel,
Who shakes both earth and hell,
His foes as slaves, aghast, submit,
And death expires beneath His feet!
Of Jesus' victory,
My rising Lord I feel,
Who shakes both earth and hell,
His foes as slaves, aghast, submit,
And death expires beneath His feet!
CHAPTER XXVIII. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||