Introductory pages - New Creation Teaching Ministry

5. Ye Gentile sinners, neʼer forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him, crown Him, crown Him,
Crown Him Lord of all.
6. Let every tribe and every tongue
Before Him prostrate fall,
And shout in universal song
The crownèd, crownèd, crownèd
Crownèd Lord of all.
7. O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown Him, crown Him, crown Him,
Crown Him Lord of all.
90 Charles Wesley, 1707–88
1. All thanks to the Lamb,
Who gives us to meet:
His love we proclaim,
His praises repeat;
We own Him our Jesus,
Continually near
To pardon and bless us
And perfect us here.
2. In Him we have peace,
In Him we have power,
Preserved by His grace
Throughout the dark hour,
In all our temptation
He keeps us to prove
His utmost salvation,
His fullness of love.
3. Through pride and desire
Unhurt we have gone,
Through water and fire
In Him we went on;
The world and the devil
Through Him we oʼercame,
Our Saviour from evil,
For ever the same.
4. O what shall we do
Our Saviour to love?
To make us anew,
Come, Lord, from above.
The fruit of Thy passion,
Thy holiness give,
Give us the salvation
Of all that believe.
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5. Pronounce the glad word,
And bid us be free;
Ah! hast Thou not, Lord,
A blessing for me?
The peace Thou hast given
This moment impart,
And open Thy heaven
Of love in my heart.
6. Come, Jesus, and loose
The stammererʼs tongue,
And teach even us
The spiritual song;
Let us without ceasing
Give thanks for Thy grace,
And glory, and blessing,
And honour, and praise.
91 Charles Wesley, 1707–88
1. And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Saviourʼs blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for
me?
Amazing love! How can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for
me?
2. ʼTis mystery all! The Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the first-born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
ʼTis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds enquire no more.
ʼTis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds enquire no more.
3. He left His Fatherʼs throne above—
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adamʼs helpless race.
ʼTis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me!
ʼTis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me!