I
would like to wish everybody a Happy Good Friday, by the way, Charles Wesley
died on this date, 29 March 1788. In loving memory of him and also do celebrate
Good Friday, I will post one of hymns, ‘And Can It Be That I Should Gain?’ I
got the information from Wikisource.
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Charles
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AUTHOR: Charles Wesley (18 December 1707 – 29
March 1788) was an English leader of the Methodist movement, son of Anglican
clergyman and poet Samuel Wesley, the younger brother of Anglican clergyman
John Wesley and Anglican clergyman Samuel Wesley (the Younger), and father of
musician Samuel Wesley, and grandfather of musician Samuel Sebastian Wesley.
Despite their closeness, Charles and his brother John did not always agree on
questions relating to their beliefs. In particular, Charles was strongly
opposed to the idea of a breach with the Church of England into which they had
been ordained. Charles Wesley is chiefly remembered for the many hymns he
wrote. He ministered for part of his life in The New Room Chapel in Bristol.
His house, located nearby, can still be visited today.
An interest in the Savior's blood!
Died he for me, who caused his pain!
For me? who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be
That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
'Tis mystery all: th' Immortal dies!
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left his Father's throne above
So free, so infinite his grace!
Emptied himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race.
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in him, is mine;
Alive in him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th' eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th' eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
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