Father of all, by whom we are,
For whom was made whatever is;
Who hast entrusted to our care,
A candidate for glorious bliss,
A candidate for glorious bliss.
Poor worms of earth, to thee we cry,
For grace to guide what grace has given;
We ask for wisdom from on high,
To train our infant up for heaven.
We tremble at the danger near,
And crowds of wretched parents see,
Who, blindly fond, their children rear
In tempers far as hell from thee.
Themselves the slaves of sense and praise,
Their babes they pamper and admire;
And make the helpless infants pass
To murderer Moloch, through the fire.
Source: Indian Melodies #40
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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