Charles Wesley (18 December 1707 – 29 March 1788 / Epworth, England)
Quotations
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''And am I born to die?
Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn-writer. "Hymn XLI," l. 1-4, A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the People Called Methodists, London, J. Paramore (1780).
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?'' -
''I rise superior to my pain,
Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn writer. Wrestling Jacob (l. 33-34). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
When I am weak then I am strong;'' -
''Lame as I am, I take the prey,
Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn writer. Wrestling Jacob (l. 79-84). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Hell, earth, and sin with ease o'ercome;
I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And as a bounding hart fly home,
Through all eternity to prove,
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.'' -
''Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn-writer. Published in The Hymnal (1982). "Come Thou Long-expected Jesus," l. 1-4.
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.'' -
''Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly,
Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn-writer. "Hymn #143," l. 1-4, Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740).
While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.'' -
''"Christ, the Lord is ris'n to Day,"
Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn-writer. "Hymn for Easter Day," l. 1-4, pp.209-211, Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739).
Sons of Men and Angels say,
Raise your Joys and Triumphs high,
Sing ye Heav'ns, and Earth reply.''
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Thy Faithfulness, Lord
Thy faithfulness, Lord, Each moment we find,
So true to thy word, So loving and kind!
Thy mercy so tender To all the lost race,
The vilest offender May turn and find grace.
The mercy I feel To others I show,
I set to my seal That Jesus is true:
Ye all may find favour Who come at his call,
O come to my Saviour, His grace is for all!
