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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
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HYMN XIII. John xvi. 1, 2, 3, 4.
Saviour, Lord, who at Thy death
Peace didst to Thy church bequeath,
Now confer the peace on me,
Bring me now my legacy.
Peace didst to Thy church bequeath,
Now confer the peace on me,
Bring me now my legacy.
Grant me (not as mortals give
Hoping better to receive)
That for which I sigh and mourn,
Give, and look for no return.
Hoping better to receive)
That for which I sigh and mourn,
Give, and look for no return.
Grant me for Thy mercy sake,
Me, who no return can make,
That which I can never buy,
Save, and freely justify.
Me, who no return can make,
That which I can never buy,
Save, and freely justify.
Grant me (not as childish men
Grant, and ask their gifts again)
Peace, which none can take away,
Peace which shall for ever stay.
Grant, and ask their gifts again)
Peace, which none can take away,
Peace which shall for ever stay.
Now the benefit impart,
Speak it to my troubled heart,
Comfort, and Thyself restore,
Come, and bid me sin no more.
Speak it to my troubled heart,
Comfort, and Thyself restore,
Come, and bid me sin no more.
Come, and wipe away my tears,
Come, and scatter all my fears,
Come, and take me to Thy breast,
Lull me to eternal rest.
Come, and scatter all my fears,
Come, and take me to Thy breast,
Lull me to eternal rest.
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