And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?

(Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn-writer. "Hymn XLI," l. 1-4, A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the People Called Methodists, London, J. Paramore (1780).)

I rise superior to my pain,
When I am weak then I am strong;

(Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn writer. Wrestling Jacob (l. 33-34). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

Lame as I am, I take the prey,
Hell, earth, and sin with ease o'ercome;
I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And as a bounding hart fly home,
Through all eternity to prove,
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.

(Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn writer. Wrestling Jacob (l. 79-84). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.

(Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn-writer. Published in The Hymnal (1982). "Come Thou Long-expected Jesus," l. 1-4.)

Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.

(Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn-writer. "Hymn #143," l. 1-4, Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740).)

"Christ, the Lord is ris'n to Day,"
Sons of Men and Angels say,
Raise your Joys and Triumphs high,
Sing ye Heav'ns, and Earth reply.

(Charles Wesley (1707-1788), British hymn-writer. "Hymn for Easter Day," l. 1-4, pp.209-211, Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739).)