Religion
Christ Our Redemption
From Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740) · Osborn ed., vol. 1 (1868)
Thee, O my great Deliverer, Thee
My Ransom, I adore:
Thy death from hell hath set me free.
And I am damn'd no more.
In Thee I sure redemption have,
The pardon of my sin;
Thy blood I find mighty to save;
Thy blood hath made me clean.
I feel the power of Jesu's name,
It breaks the captive's chain;
And men oppose, and fiends exclaim,
And sin subsists in vain.
Redeem'd from sin, its guilt and power
My soul in faith defies:
But, O! I wait the welcome hour
When this frail body dies.
Come Thou, my dear Redeemer, come,
Let me my life resign;
O, take Thy ransom'd servant home,
And make me wholly Thine.
Fully redeem'd, I fain would rise
In soul and body free,
And mount to meet Thee in the skies,
And ever reign with Thee.
286 // is our Duty to give Thanks unto God.
Codex Note
Attributed to Charles Wesley; Osborn's edition does not distinguish the brothers
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