John Wesley

John Wesley

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Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose; My heart is pain'd, nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in thee
Thy secret voice invites me stil...
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