Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли)

Being of Be­ings

Being of beings, God of love;
To Thee our hearts we raise;
Thy all sustaining power we prove,
And gladly sing Thy praise.

Thine, wholly Thine, we pant to be;
Our sacrifice receive;
Made, and preserved, and saved by Thee,
To Thee ourselves we give.

Heav’nward our every wish aspires,
For all Thy mercy’s store;
The sole return Thy love requires,
Is that we ask for more.

For more we ask, we open then
Our hearts t’embrace Thy will:
Turn and revive us, Lord, again,
With all Thy fullness fill.

Come, Holy Ghost, the Savior’s love
Shed in our hearts abroad;
So shall we ever live, and move,
And be, with Christ, in God.

1. Jesus, from Whom All Blessings Grow
2. Come, Ye Weary Sinners, Come
3. Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh
4. Behold the Saviour of Mankind
5. Come, Ye That Love the Lord

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