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
O 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
“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
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
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
