Epistle to Whitefield (1771) (Stanza 2)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-stanza |
| Year | 1771 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-epistle-to-whitefield-1771-stanza-02 |
| Words | 86 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Page 3 Come on, my Whitefield! (since the strife is past, And friends at first are friends again at last) Our hands, and hearts, and counsels let us join In mutual league, t' advance the work divine, Our one contention now, our single aim, To pluck poor souls as brands out of the flame; To spread the victory of that bloody cross, And gasp our latest breath in the Redeemer's cause. Too long, alas! We gave to Satan place, When party-zeal put on an angel's face,