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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. 146-147. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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Another . From the same . I. ALL Glory to th' Eternal Three , Of Light and Love th' unfathom'd Sea ! Whose boundless Pow'r , whose saving Grace , Reliev'd me in my deep Distress . II . Still , LORD , from thy exhaustless Store Pure Blessing and Salvation show'r ; Till Earth I leave , and soar away To Regions of unclouded Day . III . My Heart from all Pollution clean , O purge it , tho' with Grief and Pain : To Thee lo ! I my All resign , Thine be my Will , my Soul be Thine . IV . O guide me , lead me in thy Ways : 'Tis Thine the sinking Hand to raise . O may I ever lean on Thee : 'Tis Thine to prop the feeble Knee . V. O Father , sanctify this Pain , Nor let one Tear be shed in vain ! Soften , yet arm my Breast : no Fear , No Wrath , but Love alone be there . VI . O leave not , cast me not away In fierce Temptation's dreadful Day : Speak but the Word ; instant shall cease The Storm , and all my Soul be Peace !