Father, Saviour of mankind,
Who hast on me bestowed
An immortal soul, designed
To be the house of God;
Come, and now reside in me,
Never, never to remove;
Make me just and good, like thee,
And full of power and love.
Bid me in thy image rise,
A saint, a creature new,
True, and merciful, and wise,
And pure, and happy too.
This thy primitive design,
That I should in thee be blest,
Should within the arms divine
For ever, ever rest.
Let thy will on me be done;
Fulfil my heart's desire,
Thee to know and love alone,
And rise in raptures higher;
Thee, descending on a cloud,
When with ravished eyes I see,
Then I shall be filled with God
To all eternity!
(C) Charles Wesley
03/05/2017
Best Poems of Charles Wesley
- Hymn Xix: Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above
- Hymn Viii: What Could Your Redeemer Do
- Hymn Xi: God, The Offended God Most High
- Let The Beasts Their Breath Resign
- Hymn Xxi: Ye Simple Souls That Stray
- Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?
- Wrestling Jacob
- Jesus, We Look To Thee
- Hymn X: Ye Thirsty For God, To Jesus Give Ear
- Thy Faithfulness, Lord
- Hymn Xii: Come, Ye That Love The Lord
- Morning Hymn
- Hymn Xx: Weary Souls, That Wander Wide
- Hymn Xiii: Happy Soul That Free From Harms
- Hymn Xviii: Father, Saviour Of Mankind
- Hymn Xiv: Happy The Man That Finds The Grace
- Hymn Xxiii: Extended On A Cursed Tree
- Hymn Xxviii: Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done!
- O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing
- Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast
- For Christmas Day