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O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!
Charles Wesley
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Charles Wesley
Age: 80 †
Born: 1707
Born: December 18
Died: 1788
Died: March 29
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I feel a strong immortal hope, which bears my mournful spirit up beneath its mountain load redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my [child] again within the arms of God.
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Hail the day that sees Him rise, Ravished from our wistful eyes! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends His native heaven. There the glorious triumph waits, Lift your heads, eternal gates! Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of glory in!
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Come to earth to taste our sadness, he whose glories knew no end by his life he brings us gladness, our Redeemer, Shepherd, Friend. Leaving riches without number, born within a cattle stall this the everlasting wonder, Christ was born the Lord of all.
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Not from his head was woman took, As made her husband to o'erlook Not from his feet, as one designed The footstool of the stronger kind But fashioned for himself, a bride An equal, taken from his side.
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Keep us little and unknown, prized and loved by God alone.
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Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train.
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He left His Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite His grace!) Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race.
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