 | I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
 | XI. |
|
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| 1964. |
| 1965. |
| 1966. |
| 1967. |
| 1968. |
| 1969. |
| 1970. |
| 1971. |
| 1972. |
| 1973. |
| 1974. |
| 1975. |
| 1976. |
| 1977. |
| 1978. |
| 1979. |
| 1980. |
| 1981. |
| 1982. |
| 1983. |
| 1984. |
| 1985. |
| 1986. |
| 1987. |
| 1988. |
| 1989. |
| 1990. |
| 1991. |
| 1992. |
| 1993. |
| 1994. |
| 1995. |
| 1996. |
| 1997. |
| 1998. |
| 1999. |
| 2000. |
| 2001. |
| 2002. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
 | CHAPTER VII. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
2511.
[Almighty Redeemer of men]
I have seen, I have seen, the affliction of My, &c.
—vii. 34.
Almighty Redeemer of men,
All pity and love as Thou art,
Thou hear'st the expressions of pain,
The groans of a sorrowful heart:
The sorrow Thou seest in my breast,
The daily affliction I feel
By guilt above measure oppress'd,
And bruised by the tyrant of hell.
All pity and love as Thou art,
Thou hear'st the expressions of pain,
The groans of a sorrowful heart:
The sorrow Thou seest in my breast,
The daily affliction I feel
By guilt above measure oppress'd,
And bruised by the tyrant of hell.
Enslaved to the world I have been,
And struggle in vain to get free;
Detain'd in the furnace of sin,
No end of oppression I see:
My burden of trouble and grief
Thou know'st, I no longer can bear;
Come down to a sinner's relief,
And ransom a soul from despair.
And struggle in vain to get free;
Detain'd in the furnace of sin,
No end of oppression I see:
My burden of trouble and grief
Thou know'st, I no longer can bear;
Come down to a sinner's relief,
And ransom a soul from despair.
Thy Spirit of faith from above
He only has power to release,
The yoke and the scourge to remove,
And bring me the freedom and peace;
Come Lord, to a prisoner of hope,
Appear as a crucified God,
And out of my sins I go up,
And pardon I have in Thy blood.
He only has power to release,
The yoke and the scourge to remove,
And bring me the freedom and peace;
Come Lord, to a prisoner of hope,
Appear as a crucified God,
And out of my sins I go up,
And pardon I have in Thy blood.
| CHAPTER VII. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |