Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? The world recedes; it disappears! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fy! Philip Doddridge (1702-1751) Y Sursum E golden lamps of Heaven, farewell, Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, Pale empress of the night. And thou, refulgent orb of day, My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid. Ye stars are but the shining dust The pavement of those heavenly courts The Father of eternal light Nor shall one moment's darkness mix No more the drops of piercing grief John Wesley (1703-1791) My Story ND can it be, that I should gain A An interest in the Saviour's blood? Died He for me, who caus'd His pain, For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing Love! how can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? 'Tis mystery all! Th' Immortal dies! Who can explore His strange design? |