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Luke 4:13: Us, when our Lord the victory gives
From Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures (1762) · Osborn ed., vol. 11 (1871)
Us, when our Lord the victory gives.
The tempter for a season leaves.
Our fears asleep to lay:
Bat let us, if his wiles we know,
Prepare for the returning foe,
And always w-atch and pray.
After we have affliction seen,
Sore buffeted by fiends and men,
And countless trials pass'd,
Objects of God's peculiar love
Our agonizing souls may prove
The fiercest fight at last.
Vouchsafe us, Lord, that humble fear
Of danger every moment near.
Even when the fiend withdraws.
And let us always bear in mind
The bloody sweat is still behind,
The garden, and the cross.
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Wesley, Charles. “Luke 4:13: Us, when our Lord the victory gives.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/5060/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Luke 4:13: Us, when our Lord the victory gives.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/5060/.
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