Hymns are so beautiful

A quote from Charles Wesley, heard on a broadcast by Ravi Zacharias:

O Thou who camest from above, the pure celestial fire to impart, kindle the flame of sacred love on the mean altar of my heart; and there let it for Thy glory burn with un-extinguishable blaze, and trembling to its source, return in humble prayer and fervent praise. Jesus confirmed my heart’s desire to work and speak for Thee, still let me guard the holy fire, and still stir up Thy gifts in me. Ready for all Thy perfect will, my acts of faith and love repeat, til death Thy endless mercy seal and make my sacrifice complete.

Isaac Watts, When I Survey the Wondrous Cross:

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

William Cowper, There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood:

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.