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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
LII. THE SAME.
Hymn 2.
[Grieved with the penal want of grace]
Grieved with the penal want of grace,
And banish'd from my Father's face,
Far from the paradise of love,
O'er earth's bleak wilderness I rove.
And banish'd from my Father's face,
Far from the paradise of love,
O'er earth's bleak wilderness I rove.
A wandering discontented Cain
I of my punishment complain,
Burden'd with more than I can bear,
In all the sadness of despair.
I of my punishment complain,
Burden'd with more than I can bear,
In all the sadness of despair.
For years I have my vileness seen,
A man of lips and heart unclean,
Yet can I no deliverance see,
No end of sin and grief for me.
A man of lips and heart unclean,
Yet can I no deliverance see,
No end of sin and grief for me.
Ah! what avails it now, that I
Could once to Christ my Lord draw nigh,
Knew He had borne my sins away,
And saw the dawning of His day!
Could once to Christ my Lord draw nigh,
Knew He had borne my sins away,
And saw the dawning of His day!
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That sudden flash of heavenly light
Which once broke in upon my night,
Has made my darkness visible,
And left me to a deeper hell.
Which once broke in upon my night,
Has made my darkness visible,
And left me to a deeper hell.
Ah! what avail'd the short-lived power,
The triumph of one lucid hour!
Again enthrall'd, and doubly cursed
I am, and viler than at first.
The triumph of one lucid hour!
Again enthrall'd, and doubly cursed
I am, and viler than at first.
My lusts have re-usurp'd the sway,
And forced my struggling soul to' obey;
My struggling soul in sin remains,
Indignant, as a king in chains.
And forced my struggling soul to' obey;
My struggling soul in sin remains,
Indignant, as a king in chains.
O! how shall I the rebels shun,
Or whither for deliverance run?
I neither can resist nor fly:
O might I here sink down, and die!
Or whither for deliverance run?
I neither can resist nor fly:
O might I here sink down, and die!
Thou, Lord, who hast the keys of death,
Take back my miserable breath,
From all my fears, and sins release,
And bid me now depart in peace.
Take back my miserable breath,
From all my fears, and sins release,
And bid me now depart in peace.
Before I all Thy people shame,
And bring reproach on Thy great name,
Redeem me from the foul offence,
And snatch—this moment snatch me hence.
And bring reproach on Thy great name,
Redeem me from the foul offence,
And snatch—this moment snatch me hence.
One only good I here would have,
The blessing of a quiet grave;
All my requests are lost in one—
I ask for death, and death alone.
The blessing of a quiet grave;
All my requests are lost in one—
I ask for death, and death alone.
Eager I urge my sole request,
I cannot, no I cannot rest,
But evermore my wishes breathe,
And spend my soul in groans for death.
I cannot, no I cannot rest,
But evermore my wishes breathe,
And spend my soul in groans for death.
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For this my streaming eyes o'erflow,
My bosom heaves with endless woe:
For this to Thee I ever cry,
Ah! Saviour, suffer me to die!
My bosom heaves with endless woe:
For this to Thee I ever cry,
Ah! Saviour, suffer me to die!
Receive my gasping spirit home,
Seize, snatch me from the ill to come,
Now, give me now my heart's desire,
And let me at Thy feet expire.
Seize, snatch me from the ill to come,
Now, give me now my heart's desire,
And let me at Thy feet expire.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |