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<h2>WHERE SHALL MY WONDERING SOUL BEGIN?</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back.” Revelation 12:7</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_wesley_c.jpg" alt="Charles Wesley (1707-1788)" width="149.333333333333" height="198"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_c.html" target="_blank">Charles Wesley</a>, <em>Hymns and Sacred Poems</em>, 1739.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Petersburg,” attributed to <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_o_bortniansky_ds.html" target="_blank">Dmitri Stepanovich Bortniansky</a>, 1825 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_petrsbrg.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Carey’s Surrey,” Henry Carey, circa 1732; harmony from <em>The English Hymnal</em>, 1906 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_careys.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_o_bortniansky_d.gif" alt="Dmitri Stepanovich Bortniansky (1751-1825)" width="133.333333333333" height="185.333333333333"></td>
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<p>Charles Wesley’s journal for May 21, 1738, says:</p>
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<p>At nine, I began an hymn upon my conversion, but I was persuaded to break off for fear of pride. Mr. Bray, coming encouraged me to proceed in spite of Satan. I prayed Christ to stand by me, and finished the hymn.</p>
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<p>The next day, his brother, <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_j.html" target="_blank">John</a> was converted, and for that day Charles wrote in his journal:</p>
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<p>Towards ten my brother was brought in triumph by a troop of our friends, and declared “I believe.” We sang the hymn with great joy and parted with prayer.</p>
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<p>It’s widely thought this hymn was “Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?”</p>
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<p>Where shall my wondering soul begin?<br>
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How shall I all to heaven aspire?<br>
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A slave redeemed from death and sin,<br>
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A brand plucked from eternal fire,<br>
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How shall I equal triumphs raise,<br>
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Or sing my great Deliverer’s praise?</p>
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<p>O how shall I the goodness tell,<br>
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Father, which Thou to me hast showed?<br>
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That I, a child of wrath and hell,<br>
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I should be called a child of God,<br>
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Should know, should feel my sins forgiven,<br>
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Blessed with this antepast of heaven!</p>
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<p>And shall I slight my Father’s love?<br>
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Or basely fear His gifts to own?<br>
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Unmindful of His favors prove?<br>
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Shall I, the hallowed cross to shun,<br>
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Refuse His righteousness to impart,<br>
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By hiding it within my heart?</p>
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<p>No! though the ancient dragon rage,<br>
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And call forth all his host to war,<br>
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Though earth’s self-righteous sons engage<br>
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Them and their god alike I dare;<br>
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Jesus, the sinner’s friend, proclaim;<br>
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Jesus, to sinners still the same.</p>
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<p>Outcasts of men, to you I call,<br>
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Harlots, and publicans, and thieves!<br>
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He spreads His arms to embrace you all;<br>
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Sinners alone His grace receives;<br>
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No need of Him the righteous have;<br>
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He came the lost to seek and save.</p>
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<p>Come, O my guilty brethren, come,<br>
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Groaning beneath your load of sin,<br>
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His bleeding heart shall make you room,<br>
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His open side shall take you in;<br>
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He calls you now, invites you home;<br>
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Come, O my guilty brethren, come!</p>
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<p>For you the purple current flowed<br>
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In pardons from His wounded side,<br>
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Languished for you the eternal God,<br>
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For you the Prince of glory died:<br>
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Believe, and all your sin’s forgiven;<br>
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Only believe, and yours is heaven!</p>
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