A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.
Charles WesleyExpand Thy wings, celestial Dove, brood o'er our nature's night; on our disordered spirits move, and let there now be light.
Charles WesleyA charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.
Charles WesleyExpand Thy wings, celestial Dove, brood o'er our nature's night; on our disordered spirits move, and let there now be light.
Charles Wesley