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<h2>GIVE ME THE FAITH WHICH CAN REMOVE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“If anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him.” Mark 11:23</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>, 1749.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “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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<p>Give me the faith which can remove<br>
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And sink the mountain to a plain;<br>
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Give me the childlike praying love,<br>
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Which longs to build Thy house again;<br>
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Thy love, let it my heart overpower,<br>
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And all my simple soul devour.</p>
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<p>I want an even strong desire,<br>
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I want a calmly fervent zeal,<br>
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To save poor souls out of the fire,<br>
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To snatch them from the verge of hell,<br>
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And turn them to a pardoning God,<br>
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And quench the brands in Jesus’ blood.</p>
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<p>I would the precious time redeem,<br>
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And longer live for this alone,<br>
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To spend and to be spent for them<br>
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Who have not yet my Savior known;<br>
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Fully on these my mission prove,<br>
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And only breathe, to breathe Thy love.</p>
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<p>My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,<br>
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Into Thy blessed hands receive;<br>
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And let me live to preach Thy Word,<br>
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And let me to Thy glory live;<br>
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My every sacred moment spend<br>
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In publishing the sinner’s Friend.</p>
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<p>Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart<br>
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With boundless charity divine,<br>
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So shall I all strength exert,<br>
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And love them with a zeal like Thine,<br>
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And lead them to Thy open side,<br>
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The sheep for whom the Shepherd died.</p>
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