That Man, the Surety of our peace,
All power doth in himself contain,
The cure of every soul-disease,
The balm of every grief and pain:
True faith on me if he bestow,
His Spirit then shall make me clean,
The fountain from his side shall flow,
And drain the spring of inbred sin.
That Man, the surety of our peace
Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘For she said, If I may but touch his cloaths, I shall be whole.’—[Mark 5,] v. 28.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Mark.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/574, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 486.
Publishing: Public Domain