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In Temptation
The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, ed. G. Osborn, vol. 1 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1868), reprinting Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739) and (1740), via the Christian Classics Ethereal Library
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Source: The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, ed. G. Osborn, vol. 1 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1868), reprinting Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739) and (1740), via the Christian Classics Ethereal Library Source URL: https://ccel.org/ccel/wesley/works Public domain basis: Charles Wesley died in 1788; the hymns were first published in 1739 and 1740 and the Osborn reprint in 1868. Five hymns selected from the CCEL transcription; CCEL navigation and page apparatus removed. Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition charles-wesley-hymns at bytes 4680-5922; checksum dd26c2c4c6d5b8053f420ad5f6b8f097eeb52b0ed717f06ca9f8eef6480fff84.
# In Temptation
In Temptation
IN TEMPTATION [Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740)]
Jesu, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide O, receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee: Leave, ah leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stay’d; All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall— Lo! on Thee I cast my care: Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and, behold, I live!
Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin: Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the Fountain art: Freely let me take of Thee, Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity!