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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
3164.
[When I see my brother's fault]
If a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which, &c.
—vi. 1.
When I see my brother's fault,
In the toils of Satan caught,
Tempted, conquer'd by surprise,
Shall I dare his soul despise?
Leave him fallen in the snare,
Rashly of his rise despair;
Aggravate his heavy load,
Judge him quite cast off of God?
In the toils of Satan caught,
Tempted, conquer'd by surprise,
Shall I dare his soul despise?
Leave him fallen in the snare,
Rashly of his rise despair;
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Judge him quite cast off of God?
Rather let my bowels move,
Touch'd with sympathy of love;
Let me for his misery groan,
Make his piteous case my own:
While in him my case I see,
Feel mine own infirmity;
Tremble at the trying hour,
Arm me, Saviour, with Thy power.
Touch'd with sympathy of love;
Let me for his misery groan,
Make his piteous case my own:
While in him my case I see,
Feel mine own infirmity;
Tremble at the trying hour,
Arm me, Saviour, with Thy power.
Arm me with Thy gracious mind,
That I may the wanderer find,
Soften the backslider's pain,
Bring him to Thy fold again,
Wrestling for his soul with Thee
Till he feels the liberty,
Pardon, and recover'd power,
Goes in peace, and sins no more.
That I may the wanderer find,
Soften the backslider's pain,
Bring him to Thy fold again,
Wrestling for his soul with Thee
Till he feels the liberty,
Pardon, and recover'd power,
Goes in peace, and sins no more.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |