The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
3361.
[O that I the souls could win]
He which converteth the sinner from the, &c.
—v. 20.
O that I the souls could win
Wandering in the paths of sin,
Pluck out of the lion's teeth,
Save them from eternal death:
Make the prodigals arise,
Lift to heaven their heart and eyes,
Near the pit no longer stray,
Cast their hated sins away!
Wandering in the paths of sin,
Pluck out of the lion's teeth,
Save them from eternal death:
Make the prodigals arise,
Lift to heaven their heart and eyes,
Near the pit no longer stray,
Cast their hated sins away!
O might I, to sinners sent,
Mercy's chosen instrument,
Bring them back who did run well,
Snatch them from the mouth of hell;
Snatch, as brands out of the flame;
Rescue them in Jesu's name,
Show the fountain in His side,
Lead them to the Crucified!
Mercy's chosen instrument,
Bring them back who did run well,
Snatch them from the mouth of hell;
Snatch, as brands out of the flame;
Rescue them in Jesu's name,
Show the fountain in His side,
Lead them to the Crucified!
Jesus, Thou my labours bless;
Then Thy hand by me shall seize,
Plunge them in the sacred flood,
Wash out all their sins with blood:
Then they all forgotten are,
Countless though like mine they were,
Cover'd by the purple wave,
Buried in my Saviour's grave!
Then Thy hand by me shall seize,
Plunge them in the sacred flood,
Wash out all their sins with blood:
Then they all forgotten are,
Countless though like mine they were,
Cover'd by the purple wave,
Buried in my Saviour's grave!
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