Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли)

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Take my heart, O Father! take it;
Make and keep it all Thine own;
Let Thy Spirit melt and break it—
This proud heart of sin and stone.

Father, make me pure and lowly,
Fond of peace and far from strife;
Turning from the paths unholy
Of this vain and sinful life.

Ever let Thy grace surround me,
Strengthen me with power divine,
Till Thy cords of love have bound me;
Make me to be wholly Thine.

May the blood of Jesus heal me
And my sins be all forgiv’n;
Holy Spirit, take and seal me,
Guide me in the path of Heav’n.

1. Jesus, from Whom All Blessings Grow
2. Ye Thirsty for God, To Jesus Give Ear
3. Happy the Souls That First Believed
4. Saviour, The World's and Mine
5. Come, Ye Weary Sinners, Come

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