In AFFLICTION. 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. 144-145. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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In AFFLICTION . I. ETERNAL Beam of Light Divine , Fountain of unexhausted Love , In whom the FATHER's Glories shine , Thro' Earth beneath , and Heav'n above ! II . JESU ! the weary Wand'rer's Rest ; Give me thy easy Yoke to bear , With stedfast Patience arm my Breast , With spotless Love and lowly Fear . III . Thankful I take the Cup from Thee , Prepar'd and mingled by thy Skill : Tho' bitter to the Taste it be , Pow'rful the wounded Soul to heal . IV . Be Thou , O Rock of Ages , nigh : So shall each murm'ring Thought be gone , And Grief , and Fear , and Care shall fly , As Clouds before the Mid-day Sun . V. Speak to my warring Passions , " Peace ; " Say to my trembling Heart , " Be still : Thy Pow'r my Strength and Fortress is , For all Things serve Thy Sov'reign Will . VI . O Death , where is thy Sting ? Where now Thy boasted Victory , O Grave ? Who shall contend with GOD : Or Who Can hurt whom GOD delights to save ?