In AFFLICTION, or PAIN. 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. 145-146. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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In AFFLICTION , or PAIN . From the German . I. THOU Lamb of GOD , Thou Prince of Peace , For Thee my thirsty Soul doth pine ! My longing Soul implores Thy Grace , O make in me thy Likeness shine . II . With fraudless , even , humble Mind , Thy Will in all Things may I see : In Love be ev'ry Wish resign'd , And hallow'd my whole Heart to Thee . III . When Pain o'er my weak Flesh prevails , With Lamb-like Patience arm my Breast ; When Grief my wounded Soul assails , In lowly Meekness may I rest . IV . Close by Thy Side still may I keep , Howe'er Life's various Current flow ; With stedfast Eye mark ev'ry Step , And follow Thee where'er Thou go . V. Thou , LORD , the dreadful Fight hast won ; Alone Thou hast the Wine-press trod : In me Thy strength'ning Grace be shown , O may I conquer through Thy Blood ! VI . So when on Sion Thou shalt stand , And all Heav'n's Host adore their King , Shall I be found at Thy Right Hand , And free from Pain Thy Glories sing .