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The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
104
DESIRING TO PRAISE WORTHILY.
From the German.
Monarch of all, with lowly fear
To whom heaven's host their voices raise,
Even earth and dust Thy bounties share:
Let earth and dust attempt Thy praise.
To whom heaven's host their voices raise,
Even earth and dust Thy bounties share:
Let earth and dust attempt Thy praise.
Before Thy face, O Lord Most High,
Sinks all created glory down:
Yet be not wroth with me, that I,
Vile worm, draw near Thy awful throne.
Sinks all created glory down:
Yet be not wroth with me, that I,
Vile worm, draw near Thy awful throne.
Of all Thou the beginning art,
Of all things Thou alone the end:
On Thee still fix my steadfast heart;
To Thee let all my actions tend.
Of all things Thou alone the end:
On Thee still fix my steadfast heart;
To Thee let all my actions tend.
Thou, Lord, art light; Thy native ray
No shade, no variation knows:
On my dark soul (ye clouds, away)
The brightness of Thy face disclose.
No shade, no variation knows:
On my dark soul (ye clouds, away)
The brightness of Thy face disclose.
Thou, Lord, art love; from Thee pure love
Flows forth in unexhausted streams:
Let me its quickening influence prove,
Fill my whole heart with sacred flames.
Flows forth in unexhausted streams:
Let me its quickening influence prove,
Fill my whole heart with sacred flames.
Thou, Lord, art good, and Thou alone:
With eager hope, with warm desire,
Thee may I still my portion own,
To Thee in every thought aspire.
With eager hope, with warm desire,
Thee may I still my portion own,
To Thee in every thought aspire.
So shall my every power to Thee
In love, thanks, praise incessant rise;
Yea, my whole soul and flesh shall be
One holy, living sacrifice.
In love, thanks, praise incessant rise;
Yea, my whole soul and flesh shall be
One holy, living sacrifice.
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Lord God of armies, ceaseless praise
In heaven, Thy throne, to Thee is given:
Here, as in heaven, Thy Name we raise;
For where Thy presence shines is heaven.
In heaven, Thy throne, to Thee is given:
Here, as in heaven, Thy Name we raise;
For where Thy presence shines is heaven.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||