To save his wandring soul from sin

… To save his wandring soul from sin,
The healing balm of grace pour in,
The antidote of love.

Verse 7
Surely Thou hast in Babylon,
Where Satan fills his favourite throne,
Thy worshippers sincere
Who pure as Lot in Sodom live,
Glory to their Redeemer give
And love the God they fear.

Verse 8
To These my murder’d (?) son unite,
Give him with these to walk in light,
Where hellish darkness reigns,
To dwell in Thee and keep thy word
Till through…
The heavenly crown he gains.

Hymnal/Album: This incomplete hymn partially survives in the manuscript “MS Samuel Wesley, R.C.” 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 1977/583/12, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 4). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in S.T. Kimbrough Jr. and Oliver A. Beckerlegge, eds., The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, vol. 1 (Nashville: Kingswood Books, 1988), page 303.
Publishing: Public Domain