Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли)

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Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.

Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Born thy people to deliver,
Born a child, and yet a King,
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone:
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne. Amen.

1. Come, O My Soul, the Call Obey
2. Father of Ev­er­last­ing Grace
3. Happy the Souls That First Believed
4. Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh
5. Jesus, We Look to Thee

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