BOLDNESS in the GOSPEL. From the same. 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. 200-201. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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BOLDNESS in the GOSPEL . From the same . I. SHALL I , for fear of feeble Man , Thy Spirit's Course in me restrain ? Or undismay'd , in Deed and Word Be a true Witness to my LORD ? II . Aw'd by a Mortal's Frown , shall I Conceal the Word of GOD most high ? How then before Thee shall I dare To stand , or how thy Anger bear ? III . Shall I , to sooth th' unholy Throng Soften thy Truths , and smooth my Tongue ? To gain Earth's gilded Toys , or flee The Cross , endur'd , my GOD , by Thee ? IV . What then is He , whose Scorn I dread ? Whose Wrath or Hate makes me afraid ? A Man ! an Heir of Death , a Slave To Sin ! a Bubble on the Wave ! V. Yea let Man rage ! since Thou wilt spread Thy shadowing Wings around my Head : Since in all Pain thy tender Love Will still my sweet Refreshment prove . VI . Saviour of Men ! thy searching Eye Does all my inmost Thoughts descry : Doth ought on Earth my Wishes raise ; Or the World's Favour , or its Praise ? VII . The Love of CHRIST does me constrain To seek the wandring Souls of Men : With Cries , Intreaties , Tears , to save , To snatch them from the gaping Grave . VIII . For this let Men revile my Name , No Cross I shun , I fear no Shame : All hail , Reproach , and welcome Pain ! Only thy Terrors , LORD , restrain . IX . My Life , my Blood I here present ; If for thy Truth they may be spent , Fulfil thy sov'reign Counsel , LORD ! Thy Will be done ! thy Name ador'd ! X. Give me thy Strength , O GOD of Pow'r ! Then let Winds blow , or Thunders roar , Thy faithful Witness will I be — 'Tis fix'd ! I can do all thro' Thee !