CHAPTER XX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
2302.
[O how kind and condescending]
Then saith He to Thomas, Reach hither thy, &c.
—xx. 27.
O how kind and condescending
Is the sinner's Friend to me;
Ready with His balm attending
On my soul's infirmity!
The fresh tokens of His passion
He sets forth before my eyes,
Gives me many a demonstration
Of His life above the skies.
Is the sinner's Friend to me;
Ready with His balm attending
On my soul's infirmity!
111
He sets forth before my eyes,
Gives me many a demonstration
Of His life above the skies.
Jesus, Thee my God and Saviour
By those open scars I own,
Conscious of Thy love and favour,
Freely saved by grace alone;
Daily all my sins forgiving
Peace Divine Thy words impart,
“Be not faithless but believing”
Speaks Thy life into my heart.
By those open scars I own,
Conscious of Thy love and favour,
Freely saved by grace alone;
Daily all my sins forgiving
Peace Divine Thy words impart,
“Be not faithless but believing”
Speaks Thy life into my heart.
CHAPTER XX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||