Religion
Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 16
From Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745) · Osborn ed., vol. 3 (1869)
Come, Thou everlasting Spirit,
Bring to every thankful mind
All the Saviour's dying merit,
All His sufferings for mankind;
True Recorder of His passion,
Now the living faith impart,
Now reveal His great salvation,
Preach His gospel to our heart.
Come, Thou Witness of His dying,
Come, Remembrancer Divine,
Let us feel Thy power applying
Christ to every soul and mine;
Let us groan Thine inward groaning,
Look on Him we pierced and grieve,
All receive the grace atoning,
All the sprinkled blood receive.
Codex Note
Attributed to Charles Wesley; Osborn's edition does not distinguish the brothers
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Wesley, Charles. “Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 16.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/431/.
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