JOHN xv. 18, 19. Rev. Charles Wesley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 24-26. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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JOHN xv . 18 , 19. I. WHERE has my slumb'ring Spirit been , So late emerging into Light ? So imperceptible , within , The Weight of this Egyptian Night ! II . Where have they hid the WORLD so long , So late presented to my View ? Wretch ! tho' myself increas'd the Throng , Myself a Part I never knew . III . Secure beneath its Shade I sat , To me were all its Favours shown : I could not taste its Scorn or Hate ; Alas , it ever lov'd its Own ! IV . JESUS , if half discerning now , From Thee I gain this glimm'ring Light , Retouch my Eyes ; anoint them Thou , And grant me to receive my Sight . V. O may I of thy Grace obtain The World with other Eyes to see : Its Judgments false , its Pleasures vain , Its Friendship Enmity with Thee . VI . Delusive World , thy Hour is past , The Folly of thy Wisdom shew ! It cannot now retard my Haste , I leave thee for the Holy Few . VII . No ! Thou blind Leader of the Blind , I bow my Neck to Thee no more ; I cast thy Glories all behind , And slight thy Smiles , and dare thy Pow'r . VIII . Excluded from my Saviour's Pray'r , Stain'd , yet not hallow'd , with his Blood , Shalt Thou my fond Affection share , Shalt Thou divide my Heart with GOD ? IX . No ! Tho' it rouze thy utmost Rage , Eternal Enmity I vow : Tho' Hell with thine its Pow'rs engage , Prepar'd I meet your Onset now . X. Load me with Scorn , Reproach and Shame ; My patient Master's Portion give ; As evil still cast out my Name , Nor suffer such a Wretch to live . XI . Set to thy Seal that I am His ; Vile as my Lord I long to be : My Hope , my Crown , my Glory this , Dying to conquer Sin and Thee !