The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley: Reprinted from the Originals, with the Last Corrections of the Authors; Together with the Poems of Charles Wesley Not Before Published, Volume 6

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Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870
 

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Page 12 - Blow ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound ; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound ; The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Page 218 - O what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptured host to appear, And worship at thy feet ! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away, But let me find them all again In that eternal day.
Page 213 - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death : One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Page 195 - AWAY with our sorrow and fear ! We soon shall recover our home ; The city of saints shall appear, The day of eternity come : From earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode, The house of our Father above, The palace of angels and God.
Page 141 - Every eye shall now behold Him, Robed in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at nought and sold Him, Pierced, and nailed Him to the Tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see.
Page 14 - COME, let us anew Our journey pursue — Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear ; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
Page 15 - Lord of earth and sky, •*- The God of ages praise ; Who reigns enthroned on high, Ancient of endless days ; Who lengthens out our trial here, And spares us yet another year. 2 Barren and...
Page 214 - HOW happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven! This earth, he cries, is not my place ; I seek my place in heaven : A country far from mortal sight, Yet, 0, by faith I see ; The land of rest, the saints' delight, — The heaven prepared for me.
Page 440 - Lamb of God, I look to Thee ; Thou shalt my Example be ; Thou art gentle, meek and mild, Thou wast once a little Child. Fain I would be as Thou art ; Give me Thy obedient heart. Thou art pitiful and kind ; Let me have Thy loving mind.
Page 192 - The heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain, It ceases to flutter and beat, It never shall flutter again.

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