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Ah! Gentle, gracious Dove,And art thou grieved in me,That sinners should restrain thy love,And say, It is not free:It is not free for all:The most, thou passest by,And mockest with a fruitless callWhom thou hast doomed to die.They think thee not sincereIn giving each his day, Thou only draw’st the sinner nearTo cast him quite away,To aggravate his sin,His sure damnation seal:Thou show’st him heaven, and say’st, go inAnd thrusts him into hell.O HORRIBLE DECREEWorthy of whence it came!Forgive their hellish blasphemyWho charge it on the Lamb:Whose pity him inclinedTo leave his throne above,The friend, and Saviour of mankind,The God of grace, and love.O gracious, loving Lord,I feel thy bowels yearn;For those who slight the gospel wordI share in thy concern:How art thou grieved to beBy ransomed worms withstood!How dost thou bleed afresh to seeThem trample on thy blood!To limit thee they dare,Blaspheme thee to thy face,Deny their fellow-worms a shareIn thy redeeming grace:All for their own they take,Thy righteousness engross,Of none effect to most they makeThe merits of thy cross.Sinners, abhor the fiend:His other gospel hear—The God of truth did not intendThe thing his words declare,He offers grace to all,Which most cannot embrace,Mocked with an ineffectual callAnd insufficient grace.The righteous God consignedThem over to their doom,And sent the Saviour of mankindTo damn them from the womb;To damn for falling short,Of what they could not do,For not believing the reportOf that which was not true.The God of love passed byThe most of those that fell,Ordained poor reprobates to die,And forced them into hell.He did not do the deed(Some have more mildly raved)He did not damn them—but decreedThey never should be saved.He did not them bereaveOf life, or stop their breath,His grace he only would not give,And starved their souls to death.Satanic sophistry!But still, all-gracious God,They charge the sinner’s death on thee,Who bought’st him with thy blood.They think with shrieks and criesTo please the Lord of hosts,And offer thee, in sacrificeMillions of slaughtered ghosts:With newborn babes they fillThe dire infernal shade,For such, they say, was thy great will,Before the world was made.How long, O God, how longShall Satan’s rage proceed!Wilt thou not soon avenge the wrong,And crush the serpent’s head?Surely thou shalt at lastBruise him beneath our feet:The devil and his doctrine castInto the burning pit.Arise, O God, arise,Thy glorious truth maintain,Hold forth the bloody sacrifice,For every sinner slain!Defend thy mercy’s cause,Thy grace divinely free,Lift up the standard of thy cross,Draw all men unto thee.O vindicate thy grace,Which every soul may prove,Us in thy arms of love embrace,Of everlasting love.Give the pure gospel word,Thy preachers multiply,Let all confess their common Lord,And dare for him to die.My life I here present,My heart’s last drop of blood,O let it all be freely spentIn proof that thou art good,Art good to all that breathe,Who all may pardon have:Thou willest not the sinner’s death,But all the world wouldst save.O take me at my word,But arm me with thy power,Then call me forth to suffer, Lord,To meet the fiery hour:In death will I proclaimThat all may hear thy call,And clap my hands amidst the flame,And shout,—HE DIED FOR ALL ― Charles Wesley

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Ah! Gentle, gracious Dove,And art thou grieved in me,That sinners should restrain thy love,And say, It is not free:It is not free for all:The most, thou passest by,And mockest with a fruitless callWhom thou hast doomed to die.They think thee not sincereIn giving each his day, Thou only draw’st the sinner nearTo cast him quite away,To aggravate his sin,His sure damnation seal:Thou show’st him heaven, and say’st, go inAnd thrusts him into hell.O HORRIBLE DECREEWorthy of whence it came!Forgive their hellish blasphemyWho charge it on the Lamb:Whose pity him inclinedTo leave his throne above,The friend, and Saviour of mankind,The God of grace, and love.O gracious, loving Lord,I feel thy bowels yearn;For those who slight the gospel wordI share in thy concern:How art thou grieved to beBy ransomed worms withstood!How dost thou bleed afresh to seeThem trample on thy blood!To limit thee they dare,Blaspheme thee to thy face,Deny their fellow-worms a shareIn thy redeeming grace:All for their own they take,Thy righteousness engross,Of none effect to most they makeThe merits of thy cross.Sinners, abhor the fiend:His other gospel hear—The God of truth did not intendThe thing his words declare,He offers grace to all,Which most cannot embrace,Mocked with an ineffectual callAnd insufficient grace.The righteous God consignedThem over to their doom,And sent the Saviour of mankindTo damn them from the womb;To damn for falling short,Of what they could not do,For not believing the reportOf that which was not true.The God of love passed byThe most of those that fell,Ordained poor reprobates to die,And forced them into hell.He did not do the deed(Some have more mildly raved)He did not damn them—but decreedThey never should be saved.He did not them bereaveOf life, or stop their breath,His grace he only would not give,And starved their souls to death.Satanic sophistry!But still, all-gracious God,They charge the sinner’s death on thee,Who bought’st him with thy blood.They think with shrieks and criesTo please the Lord of hosts,And offer thee, in sacrificeMillions of slaughtered ghosts:With newborn babes they fillThe dire infernal shade,For such, they say, was thy great will,Before the world was made.How long, O God, how longShall Satan’s rage proceed!Wilt thou not soon avenge the wrong,And crush the serpent’s head?Surely thou shalt at lastBruise him beneath our feet:The devil and his doctrine castInto the burning pit.Arise, O God, arise,Thy glorious truth maintain,Hold forth the bloody sacrifice,For every sinner slain!Defend thy mercy’s cause,Thy grace divinely free,Lift up the standard of thy cross,Draw all men unto thee.O vindicate thy grace,Which every soul may prove,Us in thy arms of love embrace,Of everlasting love.Give the pure gospel word,Thy preachers multiply,Let all confess their common Lord,And dare for him to die.My life I here present,My heart’s last drop of blood,O let it all be freely spentIn proof that thou art good,Art good to all that breathe,Who all may pardon have:Thou willest not the sinner’s death,But all the world wouldst save.O take me at my word,But arm me with thy power,Then call me forth to suffer, Lord,To meet the fiery hour:In death will I proclaimThat all may hear thy call,And clap my hands amidst the flame,And shout,—HE DIED FOR ALL
     ― Charles Wesley

Ah! Gentle, gracious Dove,And art thou grieved in me,That sinners should restrain thy love,And say, It is not free:It is not free for all:The most, thou passest by,And mockest with a fruitless callWhom thou hast doomed to die.They think thee not sincereIn giving each his day, Thou only draw’st the sinner nearTo cast him quite away,To aggravate his sin,His sure damnation seal:Thou show’st him heaven, and say’st, go inAnd thrusts him into hell.O HORRIBLE DECREEWorthy of whence it came!Forgive their hellish blasphemyWho charge it on the Lamb:Whose pity him inclinedTo leave his throne above,The friend, and Saviour of mankind,The God of grace, and love.O gracious, loving Lord,I feel thy bowels yearn;For those who slight the gospel wordI share in thy concern:How art thou grieved to beBy ransomed worms withstood!How dost thou bleed afresh to seeThem trample on thy blood!To limit thee they dare,Blaspheme thee to thy face,Deny their fellow-worms a shareIn thy redeeming grace:All for their own they take,Thy righteousness engross,Of none effect to most they makeThe merits of thy cross.Sinners, abhor the fiend:His other gospel hear—The God of truth did not intendThe thing his words declare,He offers grace to all,Which most cannot embrace,Mocked with an ineffectual callAnd insufficient grace.The righteous God consignedThem over to their doom,And sent the Saviour of mankindTo damn them from the womb;To damn for falling short,Of what they could not do,For not believing the reportOf that which was not true.The God of love passed byThe most of those that fell,Ordained poor reprobates to die,And forced them into hell.He did not do the deed(Some have more mildly raved)He did not damn them—but decreedThey never should be saved.He did not them bereaveOf life, or stop their breath,His grace he only would not give,And starved their souls to death.Satanic sophistry!But still, all-gracious God,They charge the sinner’s death on thee,Who bought’st him with thy blood.They think with shrieks and criesTo please the Lord of hosts,And offer thee, in sacrificeMillions of slaughtered ghosts:With newborn babes they fillThe dire infernal shade,For such, they say, was thy great will,Before the world was made.How long, O God, how longShall Satan’s rage proceed!Wilt thou not soon avenge the wrong,And crush the serpent’s head?Surely thou shalt at lastBruise him beneath our feet:The devil and his doctrine castInto the burning pit.Arise, O God, arise,Thy glorious truth maintain,Hold forth the bloody sacrifice,For every sinner slain!Defend thy mercy’s cause,Thy grace divinely free,Lift up the standard of thy cross,Draw all men unto thee.O vindicate thy grace,Which every soul may prove,Us in thy arms of love embrace,Of everlasting love.Give the pure gospel word,Thy preachers multiply,Let all confess their common Lord,And dare for him to die.My life I here present,My heart’s last drop of blood,O let it all be freely spentIn proof that thou art good,Art good to all that breathe,Who all may pardon have:Thou willest not the sinner’s death,But all the world wouldst save.O take me at my word,But arm me with thy power,Then call me forth to suffer, Lord,To meet the fiery hour:In death will I proclaimThat all may hear thy call,And clap my hands amidst the flame,And shout,—HE DIED FOR ALL
― Charles Wesley

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