ROM. iv. 5. To him that worketh not, but believeth on Him that justifieth the Ungodly, his Faith is counted for Righteousness. 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 p. 105. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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ROM . iv . 5 . To him that worketh not , but believeth on Him that justifieth the Ungodly , his Faith is counted for Righteousness . I. LORD , if to Me thy Grace hath given , A Spark of Life , a Taste of Heaven , The Gospel-pearl , the Woman's Seed , The Bruiser of the Serpent's Head ; II . Why sleeps my Principle Divine ? Why hastens not my Spark to shine ? The Saviour in my Heart to move And all my Soul to flame with Love ? III . Buried , o'erwhelm'd , and lost in Sin , And seemingly extinct within , Th' Immortal Seed unactive lies , The Heav'nly Adam sinks and dies : IV . Dies , and revives the Dying Flame . Cast down , but not destroy'd I am , 'Midst thousand Lusts I still respire , And tremble , unconsum'd in Fire . V. Suffer'd awhile to want my GOD , To groan beneath my Nature's Load , That All may own , that All may see Th' Ungodly justify'd in Me .