Religion
Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 67
From Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745) · Osborn ed., vol. 3 (1869)
Father, I offer Thee Thine own,
This worthless soul, and Thou Thy Son
Dost offer here to me:
Wilt Thou so mean a gift receive,
And will the holy Jesus live
With loathsome leprosy?
Saint of the Lord, my soul is sin;
Yet, O Eternal Priest, come in,
And cleanse Thy mean abode;
Convert into a sacred shrine,
And count this abject soul of mine
A temple meet for God.
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, 67.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/483/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 67.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/483/.
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