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THOU God of glorious majesty, To Thee, O Judge of all, to Thee, A worm of earth, I cry; A wandering, foolish child of man, An heir of endless bliss or pain, A sinner born to die! |
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2 | Here on a narrow neck of land, ’Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Yet so insensible! A point of time, a moment’s space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. |
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3 | O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. |
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4 | Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear, Eternal bliss to ensure; Thy pardoning love on me bestow, That I may find Thee here below, And to the end endure. |
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5 | Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this earth to live And reign with Thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. |
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Charles Wesley, 1707-88 |