At The Approach Of Temptation
Author: Charles Wesley
1. God of my life, whose gracious power
Through various deaths my soul hath led,
Or turn’d aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head;
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2. In all my ways Thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see:
O, help me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to Thee.
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3. On Thee my helpless soul is cast,
And looks again Thy grace to prove:
I call to mind the wonders past,
The countless wonders of Thy love.
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4. Thou, Lord, my spirit oft hast stay’d,
Hast snatch’d me from the gaping tomb,
A monument of mercy made,
And rescued me from wrath to come.
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5. Oft hath the sea confess’d Thy power,
And gave me back to Thy command:
It could not, Lord, my life devour,
Safe in the hollow of Thy hand.
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6. Oft from the margin of the grave
Thou, Lord, hast lifted up my head:
Sudden I found Thee near to save;
The fever own’d Thy touch, and fled.
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7. But, O the mightier work of grace,
That still the life of faith I live,
That still I pant to sing Thy praise,
That still my all I gasp to give!
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8. Pluck’d from the roaring lion’s teeth,
Caught up from the eternal fire,
Snatch’d from the gates of hell, I breathe,
And, lo to heaven I still aspire!
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9. Whither, O, whither should I fly,
But to my loving Saviour’s breast?
Secure within Thy arms to lie,
And safe beneath Thy wings to rest.
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10. I see the fiery trial near;
But Thou, my God, art still the same:
Hell, earth, and sin I scorn to fear,
Divinely arm’d with Jesu’s Name.
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11. I have no skill the snare to shun,
But Thou, O Christ, my wisdom art:
I ever into ruin run,
But Thou art greater than my heart.
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12. I have no might to oppose the foe,
But everlasting strength is Thine.
Show me the way that I should go,
Show me the path I should decline.
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13. Which shall I leave, and which pursue?
Thou only my Adviser be;
My God, I know not what to do;
But, O! mine eyes are fix’d on Thee!
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14. Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving Thee alone.
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15. Enlarge my heart to make Thee room;
Enter, and in me ever stay:
The crooked then shall straight become.
The darkness shall be lost in day!
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