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Thou Man of grief, remember me,
Who never canst Thyself forget.
Thy last expiring agony,
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.
Father, if I may call Thee so,
Regard my fearful heart’s desire;
Remove this load guilty of woe,
Nor let me in my sins expire!
I tremble, lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,
Long as eternal ages roll.
-- Charles Wesley, 1762
The Southern Harmony and The Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second
print only the first verse.
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