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Him even now by faith we see
From Hymns on the Lord's Supper (1745) · Osborn ed., vol. 3 (1869)
Him even now by faith we see;
Before our eyes He stands!
On the suffering Deity
We lay our trembling hands,
Lay our sins upon His head,
Wait on the dread Sacrifice,
Feel the lovely Victim bleed,
And die while Jesus dies!
Sinners, see, He dies for all,
And feel His mortal wound,
Prostrate on your faces fall,
And kiss the hallow'd ground;
Hallow'd by the streaming blood,
Blood whose virtue all may know,
Sharers with the dying God,
And crucified below.
Sprinkled with the blood we lie,
And bless its cleansing power;
Crying in the Spirit's cry,
Our Saviour we adore!
Jesu, Lord, whose cross we bear,
Let Thy death our sins destroy,
Make us who Thy sorrows share
Partakers of Thy joy.
Codex Note
Attributed to Charles Wesley; Osborn's edition does not distinguish the brothers
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Wesley, Charles. “Him even now by faith we see.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/548/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Him even now by faith we see.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/548/.
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