After a Recovery from Sickness. 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. 82-84. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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After a Recovery from Sickness . I. AND live I yet by Pow'r Divine ? And have I still my Course to run ? Again brought back in its Decline The Shadow of my parting Sun ? II . Wondring I ask , Is This the Breast Struggling so late and torn with Pain ! The Eyes that upward look'd for Rest , And dropt their weary Lids agin ! III . The recent Horrors still appear : O may they never cease to awe ! Still be the King of Terrors near , Whom late in all his Pomp I saw . IV . Torture and Sin prepar'd his Way , And pointed to a yawning Tomb ! Darkness behind eclips'd the Day , And check'd my forward Hopes of Home . V. My feeble Flesh refus'd to bear Its strong redoubled Agonies : When Mercy heard my speechless Pray'r , And saw me faintly gasp for Ease . VI . JESUS to my Deliv'rance flew , Where sunk in mortal Pangs I lay : Pale Death his Ancient Conq'ror knew , And trembled , and ungrasp'd his Prey . VII . The Fever turn'd its backward Course , Arrested by Almighty Pow'r ; Sudden expir'd its Fiery Force , And Anguish gnaw'd my Side no more . VIII . GOD of my Life , what just Return Can sinful Dust and Ashes give ? I only Live my Sin to mourn , To love my GOD I only Live ! IX . To Thee , benign and saving Pow'r I consecrate my lengthen'd Days ; While mark'd with Blessings , ev'ry Hour Shall speak thy co-extended Praise . X. How shall I teach the World to love , Unchang'd myself , unloos'd my Tongue ? Give me the Pow'r of Faith to prove , And Mercy shall be all my Song . XI . Be All my Added Life employ'd Thy Image in my Soul to see : Fill with Thyself the Mighty Void ; Enlarge my Heart to compass Thee ! XII . O give me , Saviour , give me more ! Thy Mercies to my Soul reveal : Alas ! I see their endless Store , Yet O ! I cannot , cannot feel ! XIII . The Blessing of thy Love bestow : For This my Cries shall never fail ; Wrestling I will not let Thee go , I will not , till my Suit prevail . XIV . I'll weary Thee with my Complaint ; Here at thy Feet for ever lie , With longing sick , with groaning faint : O give me Love , or else I die ! XV. Without this best , divinest Grace . 'Tis Death , 'tis worse than Death to live ; 'Tis Hell to want thy Blissful Face , And Saints in Thee their Heav'n receive . XVI . Come then , my Hope , my Life , my Lord , And fix in me thy lasting Home ! Be mindful of thy gracious Word , Thou with thy promis'd Father , come ! XVII . Prepare , and then possess my Heart , O take me , seize me from above : Thee Do I love , for GOD Thou art ; Thee Do I feel , for GOD is Love !