1 Gladly I take Thy love’s advice,
While without money, without price,
I come Thy grace to buy,
Faith as the golden bullion pure,
Which can the fiery test endure,
And all my wants supply.
2 I come to buy that richest dress,
The saints’ unspotted holiness,
The covering from above;
To swallow up my sinful shame,
Whate’er I have, whate’er I am,
In purity of love.
3 All things that I may clearly see,
The Spirit which proceeds from Thee,
The unction I implore:
O might I now the blessing gain,
The sight of Thee my Lord obtain,
And never lose it more.
4 Jesus, Thy promised Spir’t impart,
To cure the blindness of my heart,
Mine unbelief to chase,
That I Thine open face may see,
And spend a blest eternity
In ecstasies of praise.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7738
Charles Wesley, M.A. was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley family, perhaps, taking quantity and quality into consideration, the great hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, being provided with a home and board by his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free. In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor. In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much deepene… Go to person page >
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