Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли)

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Take my heart, O Father! take it;
Make and keep it all Thine own;
Let Thy Spirit melt and break it—
This proud heart of sin and stone.

Father, make me pure and lowly,
Fond of peace and far from strife;
Turning from the paths unholy
Of this vain and sinful life.

Ever let Thy grace surround me,
Strengthen me with power divine,
Till Thy cords of love have bound me;
Make me to be wholly Thine.

May the blood of Jesus heal me
And my sins be all forgiv’n;
Holy Spirit, take and seal me,
Guide me in the path of Heav’n.

1. Father of Ev­er­last­ing Grace
2. God of Truth, and Pow­er, and Love
3. Come, Ye Weary Sinners, Come
4. Ye Thirsty for God, To Jesus Give Ear
5. Come, O My Soul, the Call Obey

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