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Love divine, all loves excelling, Enter every trembling heart.
— Charles Wesley
theologian, philosopher, writer, hymnwriter, cleric
🔗 Read on Wikipedia1707  – 1788
Love divine, all loves excelling, Enter every trembling heart.
God buries his workmen, but carries on his work.
Hail the heavenly Prince of Peace! Born to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of nations, come, Reinstate us in thy love.
Jesus, lover of my soul, O receive my soul at last.
And can it be, that I should gain That Thou, my GOD shouldst die for Me?
"C Sing ye Heav'ns, and Earth reply.
Depth of mercy! — can there be Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
One family — we dwell in Him, The narrow stream of death.
Other refuge have I none; With the shadow of Thy wing.
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done.
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done.
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done.
God buries His workmen but carries on His work.
