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Jesu, Come, My Hope of Glory

Charles Wesley

Jesu, come, my Hope of glory,
Purify Me, that I
May with saints adore Thee.

Big with earnest expectation,
Still I sit At Thy feet,
Longing for salvation.

My poor heart vouchsafe to dwell in,
Make me Thine, Love Divine,
By Thy Spirit’s sealing.

Give me, Lord, Thy Holy Spirit,
Let me see All in Thee,
All in Thee inherit.

Thou hast laid the sure foundation:
O my Hope, Build me up,
Finish Thy creation.

From this inbred sin deliver,
Let the yoke Now be broke,
Make me Thine for ever.

Partner of Thy perfect nature,
Let me be Now in Thee
A new spotless creature.1

Perfect when I walk before Thee,
Soon, or late, Then translate
To the realms of glory.

Then the blissful sight be given,
Then to gaze On Thy face
This be all my heaven.


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  1. John Wesley quotes the sixth and seventh stanzas in A Plain Account of Christian Perfection: Part 2.
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