Charles Wesley Quotes

Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train.

Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go, My daily labour to pursue. Thee, only thee, resolved to know, In all I think or speak or do.

Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again, I say rejoice.

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.

Jesu, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.

Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray – I woke, the dungeon flamed with light, My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee.