The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

A taste of Thy tormenting fears
If now Thou dost to me impart,
Give the full virtue of Thy tears,
The cries which pierced Thy Father's heart;
Unite my sorrows to Thine own,
And let me to my God complain,
Who melted by Thy Spirit's groan,
Can save me from that endless pain.

Father, if I may call Thee so,
Regard my fearful heart's desire,
Remove this load of guilty woe,
Nor let me in my sins expire:
I tremble, lest the wrath Divine
Which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine
Long as eternal ages roll.

To Thee my last distress I bring:
The heighten'd fear of death I find;
The tyrant brandishing his sting
Appears, and hell is close behind!
I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from Thee:
O save, and give me to Thy Son,
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me.

In Jesu's name and Spirit I
As dying call, My God, my God,

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Attend our strong united cry,
And see me roll'd in Jesu's blood!
I arm me with His mortal pain,
Behind His wounds my soul I hide;
If Thou canst slay Thy Son again,
Transfix me now—through Jesu's side!

No! Sin does. J. W.

University of Virginia Library

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[Thou Man of griefs, remember me]