To God all things are possible.
O THAT thou wouldst the heavens rend, 
  
In majesty come down,—
  
Streteh out thine arm omnipotent, 
  
And seize me for thine own. 
2 Descend, and let thy lightnings burn 
  
The stubble of thy foe; 
  
My sins o’erturn, o’erturn, o’erturn, 
  
And make the mountains flow. 
3 Thou my impetuous spirit guide, 
  
And curb my headstrong will; 
  
Thou only canst drive back the tide, 
  
And bid the sun stand still. 
4 What though I cannot break my chain, 
  
Or e’er throw off my load; 
  
The things impossible to men, 
  
Are possible for God.
                  Charles Wesley
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
 

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