Scripture Verse

I know…where thou dwellest, even where Satan’s seat is. Revelation 2:13


Charles Wesley

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for Times of Trou­ble and Per­se­cu­tion, sec­ond ed­i­tion, en­larged (Lon­don: Stra­han, 1744), pag­es 24–25.

Music: El­la­combe Ge­sang­buch der Herz­ogl. Wir­tem­ber­gisch­en Ka­thol­isch­en Hof­ka­pel­le (Würt­tem­berg, Ger­ma­ny: 1784). Ad­apt­ed & har­mo­nized by Will­iam H. Monk in the 1868 ap­pen­dix to Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, num­ber 366 (🔊 pdf nwc).

William H. Monk


Ah! woe is me, constrained to dwell,
Among the sons of night,
Poor sinners dropping into hell
Who hate the Gospel light.
Wild as the untamed Arabs’ race
Who from their Savior fly,
And trample on His pardoning grace,
And all His threats defy.

Yet here alas! in pain I live,
Where Satan keeps His seat,
And day by day for those I grieve,
Who will to sin submit.
With gushing eyes their deeds I see,
Shut up in Sodom I,
And ask with Him who ransomed me,
Why will ye sin and die?

Jesus, Redeemer of mankind,
Display Thy saving power,
Thy mercy let these outcasts find,
And know their gracious hour.
Ah! give them, Lord, a longer space,
Nor suddenly consume,
But let them take the proffered grace,
And flee the wrath to come.

O wouldst Thou cast a pitying look
(All goodness as Thou art)
Like that which faithless Peter’s broke,
Or my obdurate heart.
Who Thee beneath their feet have trod,
And crucified afresh,
Touch with Thine all victorious blood,
And turn the stone to flesh.

Open their eyes, and ears to see
Thy cross, to hear Thy cries:
Sinner, thy Savior weeps for thee,
For thee He weeps, and dies.
All the day long He meekly stands
His rebels to receive,
And shows His wounds and spreads His hands,
And bids you turn and live.

Turn, and your sins of deepest dye
He will with blood efface,
Ev’n now He waits His blood t’apply;
Be saved, be saved by grace.
Be saved from hell, from sin and fear:
He speaks you now forgiven,
Walk before God, be perfect here,
And then come up to Heaven.