June 17
Now I have found the ground wherein
Sure my soul’s anchor may remain;
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
Before the world’s foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay
When heaven and earth are fled away.
Father, Thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far;
Thy heart still melts with tenderness,
Thy arms of love still open are,
Returning sinners to receive,
That mercy they may taste and live.
O Love, Thou bottomless abyss!
My sins are swallowed up in Thee;
Covered is my unrighteousness,
No spot of guilt remains on me;
While Jesus’ Blood, through earth and skies,
Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries!
Johann Andreas Rothe Tr. John Wesley
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