John Wesley

(28 June 1703 - 2 March 1791 / Epworth, England)

John Wesley Poems

1. Hymn Xxv: Stupendous Love Of God Most High! 1/3/2003
2. Hymn: Thou Hidden Love Of God 1/1/2004
3. Hymn Xxvi: I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb Of God 1/3/2003
4. Hymn Xxx: Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin? 1/3/2003
5. Hymn Xxvii: Saviour, The World's And Mine 1/3/2003
6. Hymn Xxviii: Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done! 1/3/2003
7. Hymn Xxi: Ye Simple Souls That Stray 1/3/2003
8. Hymn Xxiv: Saviour, If Thy Precious Love 1/3/2003
9. Hymn X: Ye Thirsty For God, To Jesus Give Ear 1/3/2003
10. Hymn Xxii: Behold The Saviour Of Mankind 1/3/2003
11. Hymn Xxix: Come, Ye Weary Sinners, Come 1/3/2003
12. Hymn Viii: What Could Your Redeemer Do 1/3/2003
13. Hymn Ix: Sinners, Obey The Gospel-Word! 1/3/2003
14. Hymn Xix: Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above 1/3/2003
15. Hymn Xvi: Happy The Souls That First Believed 1/3/2003
16. Hymn Xiii: Happy Soul That Free From Harms 1/3/2003
17. Hymn Xviii: Father, Saviour Of Mankind 1/3/2003
18. Hymn Vii: Let The Beasts Their Breath Resign 1/3/2003
19. Hymn Iv: Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh 1/3/2003
20. Hymn Xi: God, The Offended God Most High 1/3/2003
21. Hymn Ii: Come, Sinners, To The Gospel Feast 1/3/2003
22. Hymn V: Thy Faithfulness, Lord 1/3/2003
23. Hymn Vi: Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die? 1/3/2003
24. Hymn Xiv: Happy The Man That Finds The Grace 1/3/2003
25. Hymn Xv: Happy The Souls To Jesus Joined 1/3/2003
26. Hymn Xx: Weary Souls, That Wander Wide 1/3/2003
27. Hymn Xvii: Jesus, From Whom All Blessings Grow 1/3/2003
28. Hymn Xxiii: Extended On A Cursed Tree 1/3/2003
29. Hymn Xii: Come, Ye That Love The Lord 1/3/2003
30. Hymn I: O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing 1/3/2003
31. Hymn Iii: All That Pass By, To Jesus Draw Near 1/3/2003
Best Poem of John Wesley

Hymn Iii: All That Pass By, To Jesus Draw Near

All that pass by, To Jesus draw near,
He utters a cry, Ye sinners, give ear!
From hell to retrieve you He spreads out his hands;
Now, now to receive you, He graciously stands.

If any man thirst, And happy would be,
The vilest and worst May come unto me,
May drink of my Spirit, Excepted is none,
Lay claim to my merit, And take for his own.

Whoever receives The life-giving word,
In Jesus believes, His God and his Lord,
In him a pure river Of life shall arise,
Shall in the believer Spring up to the skies.

My God and my Lord! Thy call I ...

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