Father of Jesus Christ - my Lord,
My Saviour, and my Head -
I trust in thee, whose powerful word
Hath raised him from the dead.

Thou know'st for my offence he died,
And rose again for me,
Fully and freely justified
That I might live to thee.

Faith in thy power thou seest I have,
For thou this faith hast wrought;
Dead souls thou callest from their grave,
And speakest worlds from nought.

In hope, against all human hope,
Self-desperate, I believe;
Thy quickening word shall raise me up,
Thou shalt thy Spirit give.

Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees,
And looks to that alone,
Laughs at impossibilities,
And cries: 'It shall be done!'

Obedient faith, that waits on thee,
Thou never wilt reprove,
But thou wilt form thy Son in me,
And perfect me in love.


Charles Wesley (1707-88)