HYMN of THANKSGIVING to the FATHER. 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. 107-108. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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HYMN of THANKSGIVING to the FATHER . I. THEE , O my GOD and King , My Father , Thee I sing ! Hear well-pleas'd the joyous Sound , Praise from Earth and Heav'n receive ; Lost , I now in CHRIST am found , Dead , by Faith in CHRIST I live . II . Father , behold thy Son , In CHRIST I am thy own . Stranger long to Thee and Rest , See the Prodigal is come : Open wide thine Arms and Breast , Take the weary Wand'rer home . III . Thine Eye observ'd from far , Thy Pity look'd me near : Me thy Bowels yearn'd to see , Me thy Mercy ran to find , Empty , poor , and void of Thee , Hungry , sick , and faint , and blind . IV . Thou on my Neck didst fall , Thy Kiss forgave me all : Still the gracious Words I hear , Words that made the Saviour mine , Haste , for Him the Robe prepare , His be Righteousness Divine ! V. Thee then , my GOD and King , My Father , Thee I sing ! Hear well-pleas'd the joyous Sound , Praise from Earth and Heav'n receive ; Lost , I now in CHRIST am found , Dead , by Faith in CHRIST I live .