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Sacred Poems. In many of these we declared our sentiments strongly

Sacred Poems. In many of these we declared our sentiments strongly

My joy, my treasure, and my crown!

Strange fires far from my heart remove; My every act, word, thought, be love!

I never heard that anyone objected to this. Indeed, who can object? Isn't this the language not only of every believer but of every one that is truly awakened? What have I written, to this day, that is either stronger or clearer?

8. In the following August, I had a long conversation with Arvid Gradin in Germany. After he had given me an account of his expeArvid Gradin: a member of the Moravian community at Herrnhut. Wesley regarded him as rience, I asked him to give me, in writing, a definition of "the full assurance of faith."'* The following is what he wrote:

an example of one who had _ been cleansed from all sin.

Rest in the blood of Christ; a firm confidence in God and persuasion of God's favor; the highest tranquility, serenity, and peace of mind, with a deliverance from every fleshly desire, and a cessation of all, even inward, sins.

This was the first account I ever heard from any living man of what I had previously learned from the Bible and had been praying for (with the small group of my friends) and expecting for several years.

9. In 1739 my brother and I published a volume of Hymns and Sacred Poems. In many of these we declared our sentiments strongly and explicitly.

Turn the full stream of nature's tide; Let all our actions tend To thee, their source; thy love the guide,

Thy glory be the end.

Earth then a scale to heaven shall be; Sense shall point out the road; The creatures all shall lead to thee, And all we taste be God.

Again— Lord, arm me with thy Spirit's might, Since I am call'd by thy great name:

In thee my wand'ring thoughts unite, Of all my works be thou the aim:

Thy love attend me all my days, And my sole business be thy praise.

Again— Eager for thee I ask and pant, So strong the principle divine, Carries me out with sweet constraint, Till all my hallow'd soul be thine; Plunged in the Godhead's deepest sea, And lost in thine immensity!

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