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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
3092.
[Where is Thy promise? where]
God...will with the temptation also make a way, &c.
—x. 13.
Where is Thy promise? where
The way, O Lord, to shun
The pleasing ill, the tempting snare
From which I cannot run?
Unless Thy wisdom make
A way by mercy show'd,
Unless Thou save for Thy own sake
The purchase of Thy blood.
The way, O Lord, to shun
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From which I cannot run?
Unless Thy wisdom make
A way by mercy show'd,
Unless Thou save for Thy own sake
The purchase of Thy blood.
One only means I see
To make my safety sure,
To end the sin and misery
Which must through life endure;
My evil to remove
Jesus Thy blood apply,
Prepare my soul by holy love,
And suffer me to die.
To make my safety sure,
To end the sin and misery
Which must through life endure;
My evil to remove
Jesus Thy blood apply,
Prepare my soul by holy love,
And suffer me to die.
The trials still behind
Enable me to bear,
And hide where sin can never find,
Or sharp temptations tear;
Where all these storms are past
And weary spirits rest,
If scarcely saved, yet saved at last,
And harbour'd in Thy breast.
Enable me to bear,
And hide where sin can never find,
Or sharp temptations tear;
Where all these storms are past
And weary spirits rest,
If scarcely saved, yet saved at last,
And harbour'd in Thy breast.
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