Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли)

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Father, Saviour of mankind,
Who hast on me bestowed
An immortal soul, designed
To be the house of God;
Come, and now reside in me,
Never, never to remove;
Make me just and good, like thee,
And full of power and love.

Bid me in thy image rise,
A saint, a creature new,
True, and merciful, and wise,
And pure, and happy too.
This thy primitive design,
That I should in thee be blest,
Should within the arms divine
For ever, ever rest.

Let thy will on me be done;
Fulfil my heart's desire,
Thee to know and love alone,
And rise in raptures higher;
Thee, descending on a cloud,
When with ravished eyes I see,
Then I shall be filled with God
To all eternity!

Charles Wesley’s other poems:

  1. Saviour, The World’s and Mine
  2. O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing
  3. Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?
  4. I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb of God
  5. Ye Thirsty for God, To Jesus Give Ear




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