Who is Charles Wesley

Charles Wesley (18 December 1707 – 29 March 1788) was an English leader of the Methodist movement, most widely known for writing about 6,500 hymns.

Wesley was born in Epworth, Lincolnshire, the son of Anglican cleric and poet Samuel Wesley and his wife Susanna. He was a younger brother of Methodist founder John Wesley and Anglican cleric Samuel Wesley the Younger, and he became the father of musician Samuel Wesley and grandfather of musician Samuel Sebastian Wesley.

Wesley was educated at Oxford where his brothers had also studied, and he formed the "Holy Club" among his fellow students in 1729. John Wesley later joined this group, as did George Whitefield. Charles followed his father and brother into the church in 1735, and he travelled with John to Georgia...
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God 29 Love 29 I Love You 29 Heart 17 Earth 15 Life 14 Live 14 Power 14 Receive 14 Soul 13


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  • Merrellbennekin: wesley received the charles frankel prize in the humanities (now national humanities medal), “for outstanding contributions to the public’s understanding of the humanities,” from president william clinton october 13, 1994.
  • Johnpiper: "he breaks the power of cancelled sin." charles wesley. the only sin you can defeat is a forgiven sin. don't turn it around.
  • Loafofbricks: thank you zach bryan and charles wesley godwin
  • Georgeachien1: random charles wesley couplets: and am i born to die? to lay this body down! and must my trembling spirit fly into a world unknown?
  • Georgechien4: random charles wesley couplets: and am i born to die? to lay this body down! and must my trembling spirit fly into a world unknown?
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Melville And Coghill - The Place Of The Little Hand
 by Andrew Lang

DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.

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