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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
HYMN XLIX.
[O all-loving Lamb]
O all-loving Lamb,
A sinner I am,
And come as a sinner Thy mercy to claim.
A sinner I am,
And come as a sinner Thy mercy to claim.
With joy I embrace
The pardon and grace
Thy passion hath purchased for all the lost race.
For sinners like me
Thy mercy is free;
O who would not love such a Saviour as Thee?
The pardon and grace
Thy passion hath purchased for all the lost race.
For sinners like me
Thy mercy is free;
O who would not love such a Saviour as Thee?
Yet long I withstood,
And fled from my God,
But mercy pursued with the cry of Thy blood.
And fled from my God,
But mercy pursued with the cry of Thy blood.
It challenged its stray,
And forced me to stay,
And wash'd all my sins in a moment away.
And forced me to stay,
And wash'd all my sins in a moment away.
I felt it applied,
And joyfully cried,
Me, me Thou hast loved, and for me Thou hast died!
And joyfully cried,
Me, me Thou hast loved, and for me Thou hast died!
How mighty Thou art,
O love, to convert!
Love only could conquer so stubborn an heart.
O love, to convert!
Love only could conquer so stubborn an heart.
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The love of God-man
Alone could constrain
So sturdy a rebel to love Thee again.
Alone could constrain
So sturdy a rebel to love Thee again.
But sure at the last
Thy goodness I taste;
My soul on Thy goodness delighted I cast.
Thy goodness I taste;
My soul on Thy goodness delighted I cast.
Thy goodness I praise,
I sing of Thy grace,
And joyfully live out my few happy days.
I sing of Thy grace,
And joyfully live out my few happy days.
And when Thy dear love
From earth shall remove,
O then I shall sing like the angels above.
From earth shall remove,
O then I shall sing like the angels above.
Yet there when I am,
My work is the same,
To ascribe my salvation to God and the Lamb.
My work is the same,
To ascribe my salvation to God and the Lamb.
Salvation to God,
Will I publish abroad,
And make heaven ring with the cry of Thy blood.
Will I publish abroad,
And make heaven ring with the cry of Thy blood.
The Lamb that was slain,
Lo! He liveth again,
And I with my Jesus eternally reign.
Lo! He liveth again,
And I with my Jesus eternally reign.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |