A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. Charles Wesley More Quotes by Charles Wesley More Quotes From Charles Wesley Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears: Charles Wesley sacrifice names hands Keep us little and unknown, prized and loved by God alone. Charles Wesley littles In Fellowship; alone To God, with Faith, draw near, Approach His Courts, besiege His Throne With all the power of Prayer. Charles Wesley thrones fellowship prayer Christ, by highest heaven adored. Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail the incarnate Deity! Pleased as Man with man to dwell; Jesus, our Immanuel! Charles Wesley men heaven jesus Lo! on a narrow neck of land, Charles Wesley land sea life Our children will grow up confused, not respecting the Bible or anything else that is sacred. Charles Wesley confused growing-up children Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say. Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. Charles Wesley easter angel son The wisdom coming from above, the faith that sweetly works by love. Charles Wesley Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again, I say rejoice. Charles Wesley voice kings heart Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train. Charles Wesley triumph saint clouds God buries His workmen but carries on His work. Charles Wesley workmen dying death Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, brood o'er our nature's night; on our disordered spirits move, and let there now be light. Charles Wesley light night moving Joyful, all ye nations, rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic hosts proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem! Charles Wesley triumph sky joy God is gone up on high with a triumphant noise. Charles Wesley triumphant gone noise My soul is all an aching void. Charles Wesley void my-soul soul Let us unite the two so long divided, knowledge and vital piety. Charles Wesley piety two long Hail the day that sees Him rise, Charles Wesley eye kings waiting Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee. Charles Wesley simplicity children jesus One family--we dwell in Him, Charles Wesley streams church divided ... me He now delights to spare. Charles Wesley spares delight mercy
