Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Jesus, Thou art all compassion, pure unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, enter every trembling heart. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Christ, by highest heaven adored. Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb. Veiled in… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
He left His Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite His grace!) Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
“No Condemnation now I dread, Jesus, and all in Him, is mine Alive in Him, my Living Head, And clothed in Righteousness… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Come, thou long expected Jesus, born to set thy people free; from our fears and sins release us; let us find our… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
“In Him we have peace, in Him we have power; Preserved by His grace, throughout the dark hour; In all our temptation… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Oh for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Hark the herald angels sing, 'Glory to the new-born king.' Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled! — Charles Wesley Copy Share
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee. — Charles Wesley Copy Share
“Ah! Gentle, gracious Dove, And art thou grieved in me, That sinners should restrain thy love, And say, “It is not free: It is… — Charles Wesley Copy Share
Come to earth to taste our sadness, He whose glories knew no end. By His life He brings us gladness, our Redeemer, Shepherd, Friend.… — Charles Wesley Copy Share
Our children will grow up confused, not respecting the Bible or anything else that is sacred. — Charles Wesley Copy Share
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done. — Charles Wesley Copy Share
One family--we dwell in Him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. — Charles Wesley Copy Share
Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up… — Charles Wesley Copy Share
Not from his head was woman took, As made her husband to o'erlook; Not from his feet, as one designed The footstool of the… — Charles Wesley Copy Share
When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep. — Charles Wesley Copy Share
Hark the herald angels sing 'Glory to the newborn King! Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled' Joyful, all ye nations… — Charles Wesley Copy Share
Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train. — Charles Wesley Copy Share
