Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, brood o'er our nature's night; on our disordered spirits move, and let there now be light.
Charles WesleyO for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!
Charles WesleyOur children will grow up confused, not respecting the Bible or anything else that is sacred.
Charles WesleyJesus, Thou art all compassion, pure unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, enter every trembling heart.
Charles Wesley