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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN TO THE SON.
O filial Deity,
Accept my new-born cry!
See the travail of Thy soul,
Saviour, and be satisfied;
Take me now, possess me whole,
Who for me, for me hast died!
Accept my new-born cry!
See the travail of Thy soul,
Saviour, and be satisfied;
Take me now, possess me whole,
Who for me, for me hast died!
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Of life Thou art the tree,
My immortality!
Feed this tender branch of Thine,
Ceaseless influence derive,
Thou the true, the heavenly Vine,
Grafted into Thee I live.
My immortality!
Feed this tender branch of Thine,
Ceaseless influence derive,
Thou the true, the heavenly Vine,
Grafted into Thee I live.
Of life the Fountain Thou,
I know—I feel it now!
Faint and dead no more I droop:
Thou art in me; Thy supplies,
Every moment springing up,
Into life eternal rise.
I know—I feel it now!
Faint and dead no more I droop:
Thou art in me; Thy supplies,
Every moment springing up,
Into life eternal rise.
Thou the good Shepherd art,
From Thee I ne'er shall part:
Thou my Keeper and my Guide,
Make me still Thy tender care,
Gently lead me by Thy side,
Sweetly in Thy bosom bear.
From Thee I ne'er shall part:
Thou my Keeper and my Guide,
Make me still Thy tender care,
Gently lead me by Thy side,
Sweetly in Thy bosom bear.
Thou art my daily bread;
O Christ, Thou art my head:
Motion, virtue, strength to me,
Me Thy living member flow;
Nourish'd I, and fed by Thee,
Up to Thee in all things grow.
O Christ, Thou art my head:
Motion, virtue, strength to me,
Me Thy living member flow;
Nourish'd I, and fed by Thee,
Up to Thee in all things grow.
Prophet, to me reveal
Thy Father's perfect will.
Never mortal spake like Thee,
Human prophet like Divine;
Loud and strong their voices be,
Small and still and inward Thine!
Thy Father's perfect will.
Never mortal spake like Thee,
Human prophet like Divine;
Loud and strong their voices be,
Small and still and inward Thine!
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On Thee, my Priest, I call;
Thy blood atoned for all.
Still the Lamb as slain appears;
Still Thou stand'st before the throne,
Ever offering up thy prayers,
These presenting with Thy own.
Thy blood atoned for all.
Still the Lamb as slain appears;
Still Thou stand'st before the throne,
Ever offering up thy prayers,
These presenting with Thy own.
Jesu! Thou art my King;
From Thee my strength I bring!
Shadow'd by Thy mighty hand,
Saviour, who shall pluck me thence?
Faith supports, by faith I stand
Strong as Thy omnipotence.
From Thee my strength I bring!
Shadow'd by Thy mighty hand,
Saviour, who shall pluck me thence?
Faith supports, by faith I stand
Strong as Thy omnipotence.
O filial Deity,
Accept my new-born cry!
See the travail of Thy soul,
Saviour, and be satisfied;
Take me now, possess me whole,
Who for me, for me hast died!
Accept my new-born cry!
See the travail of Thy soul,
Saviour, and be satisfied;
Take me now, possess me whole,
Who for me, for me hast died!
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |