Come to earth to taste our sadness, He whose glories knew no end. By His life He brings us gladness, our Redeemer,… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
And all things as they change proclaim The Lord eternally the same. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say. Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and… — 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 Image
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Our children will grow up confused, not respecting the Bible or anything else that is sacred. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
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 Image
