Charles Wesley

(18 December 1707 – 29 March 1788 / Epworth, England)

Charles Wesley Poems

1. Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh 4/21/2010
2. Hymn X: Ye Thirsty For God, To Jesus Give Ear 4/21/2010
3. Hymn Xi: God, The Offended God Most High 4/21/2010
4. Hymn Xiii: Happy Soul That Free From Harms 4/21/2010
5. Hymn Xix: Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above 4/21/2010
6. Hymn Xv: Happy The Souls To Jesus Joined 4/21/2010
7. Hymn Xvii: Jesus, From Whom All Blessings Grow 4/21/2010
8. Hymn Xviii: Father, Saviour Of Mankind 4/21/2010
9. Hymn Xxi: Ye Simple Souls That Stray 4/21/2010
10. Hymn Xxvi: I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God 4/21/2010
11. Hymn Xxvii: Saviour, The World's And Mine 4/21/2010
12. Hymn Xxiii: Extended On A Cursed Tree 4/21/2010
13. Sinners, Obey The Gospel-Word! 4/21/2010
14. Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die? 4/21/2010
15. Let The Beasts Their Breath Resign 4/21/2010
16. Hymns: My God! I Know, I Feel Thee Mine 10/22/2015
17. Gentle Jesus, Meek and Mild 11/17/2015
18. Hymn Xxix: Come, Ye Weary Sinners, Come 4/21/2010
19. Hymn Xxviii: Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done! 4/21/2010
20. Hymn Xxii: Behold The Saviour Of Mankind 4/21/2010
21. Hymn Viii: What Could Your Redeemer Do 4/21/2010
22. Hymn Xxv: Stupendous Love Of God Most High! 4/21/2010
23. Jesus, We Look To Thee 4/21/2010
24. O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing 4/21/2010
25. Hymn Xx: Weary Souls, That Wander Wide 4/21/2010
26. Hymn Xiv: Happy The Man That Finds The Grace 4/21/2010
27. Morning Hymn 1/1/2004
28. Thy Faithfulness, Lord 4/21/2010
29. Hymn Xii: Come, Ye That Love The Lord 4/21/2010
30. Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus 4/21/2010
31. Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast 4/21/2010
32. All That Pass By, To Jesus Draw Near 4/21/2010
33. Hymn Xxx: Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin? 4/21/2010
34. For Christmas Day 1/1/2004
35. Hymn Xvi: Happy The Souls That First Believed 4/21/2010
36. Wrestling Jacob 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Charles Wesley

Wrestling Jacob

FIRST PART.

Come, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell thee who I am;
My sin and misery declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name;
Look on thy hands, and read it there;
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.

In vain thou strugglest to get free;
I never will unloose my hold:
Art thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of thy love ...

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Morning Hymn

Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near:
Day-star, in my heart appear.

Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by thee,

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