| Song | Jesus Thou Hast Bid Us Pray |
| Album | Popular Hymns By Charles Wesley |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer | Charles Wesley |
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| Tags | Jesus Thou Hast Bid Us Pray |
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Jesus, Thou Hast Bid Us Pray,
Pray Always, And Not Faint;
With The Word A Power Convey
To Utter Our Complaint;
Quiet Shalt Thou Never Know,
Till We From Sin Are Fully Freed;
O Avenge Us Of Our Foe,
And Bruise The Serpent’s Head!
We Have Now Begun To Cry,
And We Will Never End,
Till We Find Salvation Nigh,
And Grasp The Sinner’s Friend;
Day And Night We’ll Speak Our Woe,
With Thee Importunately Plead,
O Avenge Us Of Our Foe,
And Bruise The Serpent’s Head!
Speak The Word, And We Shall Be
From All Our Bands Released,
Only Thou Canst Set Us Free,
By Satan Long Oppressed;
Now Thy Power Almighty Show,
Arise, The Woman’s Conquering Seed!
O Avenge Us Of Our Foe,
And Bruise The Serpent’s Head!
To Destroy His Work Of Sin,
Thyself In Us Reveal;
Manifest Thyself Within
Our Flesh, And Fully Dwell
With Us, In Us, Here Below;
Enter, And Make Us Free Indeed;
O Avenge Us Of Our Foe,
And Bruise The Serpent’s Head.
Stronger Than The Strong Man, Thou
His Fury Canst Control:
Cast Him Out, By Entering Now,
And Keep Our Ransomed Soul;
Satan’s Kingdom Overthrow,
On All The Powers Of Darkness Tread;
O Avenge Us Of Our Foe,
And Bruise The Serpent’s Head!
To The Never-Ceasing Cries
Of Thine Elect Attend;
Send Deliverance From The Skies,
The Mighty Spirit Send:
Though To Man Thou Seemest Slow,
Our Cries Thou Seemest Not To Heed,
O Avenge Us Of Our Foe,
And Bruise The Serpent’s Head!
Come, O Come, All-Glorious Lord!
No Longer Now Delay;
With Thy Spirit’s Two-Edged Sword
The Crooked Serpent Slay!
Bare Thine Arm, And Give The Blow,
Root Out And Kill The Hellish Seed,
O Avenge Us Of Our Foe,
And Bruise The Serpent’s Head!
Jesus, Hear Thy Spirit’s Call,
Thy Bride, Who Bids Thee Come;
Come, Thou Righteous Judge Of All,
Pronounce The Tempter’s Doom:
Doom Him To Infernal Woe,
For Him And For His Angels Made;
Now Avenge Us Of Our Foe,
For Ever Bruise His Head!
