Hoping for GRACE. From the German. Rev. John 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. 94-96. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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Hoping for GRACE . From the German . I. MY Soul befor Thee prostrate lies , To Thee her Source my Spirit flies , My Wants I mourn , my Chains I see : O let thy Presence set me free ! II . Lost and undone , for Aid I cry ; In thy Death , Saviour , let me die ! Griev'd with thy Grief , pain'd with thy Pain , Ne'er may I feel Self-love again . III . JESU , vouchsafe my Heart and Will With thy meek Lowliness to fill ; No more her Pow'r let Nature boast , But in thy Will may mine be lost . IV . In Life's short Day let me yet more Of thy enliv'ning Pow'r implore : My Mind must deeper sink in Thee , My Foot stand firm from Wandring free . V. Ye Sons of Men , here nought avails Your Strength , here all your Wisdom fails ; Who bids a sinful Heart be clean ? Thou only , LORD , supreme of Men . VI . And well I know thy tender Love ; Thou never didst unfaithful prove : And well I know Thou stand'st by me , Pleas'd from Myself to set me free . VII . Still will I watch , and labour still To banish ev'ry Thought of Ill ; Till Thou in thy good Time appear , And sav'st me from the Fowler's Snare . VIII . Already springing Hope I feel ; GOD will destroy the Pow'r of Hell : GOD from the Land of Wars and Pain Leads me , where Peace and Safety reign . IX . One only Care my Soul shall know , Father , all thy Commands to do : Ah deep engrave it on my Breast , That I in Thee ev'n now am blest . X. When my warm'd Thoughts I fix on Thee , And plunge me in thy Mercy's Sea , Then ev'n on me thy Face shall shine , And quicken this dead Heart of mine . XI . So ev'n in Storms my Zeal shall grow ; So shall I thy Hid Sweetness know ; And feel ( what endless Age shall prove ) That Thou , my LORD , my GOD , art Love !