Death & Dying
Thanksgiving for an Escape from Being Crushed to Death
From Hymns and Poems, Chiefly Relating to Events in the Personal History of the Rev. Charles Wesley · Osborn ed., vol. 8 (1870)
Thee Father, I praise.
Almighty in grace.
Through Jesus my Lord
Thy power be acknowledged. Thy mercy adored!
In dangers and snares
Thou number'st my hairs.
Thy wings are outspread.
My soul to defend, and to cover my head.
When destruction was nigh,
I was under Thine eye;
When the ruin came down.
Unconscious of harm, and unhurt, I went on:
Without Thy decree
No evil could be.
And, restrain'd by Thy will, kill.
Death himself had no power, or commission, to
Reserved by the love
Of my Saviour above,
Thy servant I am,
Thy kingdom to spread, and to hallow Thy name:
Thee in Jesus to know,
And publish below
Thy unspeakable grace, race.
Which abolishes death, and redeems our whole
For this at Thy feet
Expecting I sit.
Till Thy counsel Thou show, to do.
And discover the work Thou wouldst have mc
Whatsoever it be.
Let me do it to Thee,
And Thy blessing receive,
And an heir of Thy kingdom eternally live.
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Wesley, Charles. “Thanksgiving for an Escape from Being Crushed to Death.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/2328/.
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