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Poetry written by Fanny Crosby and Charles Wesley in commemoration of their "conversions".

Charles Wesley

"Christ the Friend of Sinners" (Where shall my wondering soul begin?) is accepted widely as the hymn written by Charles Wesley on the night of his conversion, May 23, 1738. However, some scholars argue that "Free Grace" (And can it be that I should gain) or "Hymn for Whitsunday" (Granted is the Savior’s Prayer) is "The Wesleys’ Conversion Hymn." In the first two stanzas, Wesley testifies of his transformation from a "child of wrath and hell" into a "child of God." Stanzas three and four illustrate his new commitment to tell others of God’s power. In the remaining stanzas he preaches the "Good News" to the unloved of society, just as he will to the crowds that come to hear his field preaching.


Where shall my wondering soul begin?
How shall I all to heaven aspire?
A slave redeem’d from death and sin,
A brand pluck’d from eternal fire,
How shall I equal triumphs raise,
Or sing my great Deliverer's praise?

O, how shall I the goodness tell,
Father, which Thou to me hast show’d?
That I, a child of wrath and hell,
I should be call’d a child of God!
Should know, should feel my sins forgiven,
Blessed with this antepast of heaven!

And shall I slight my Father's love,
Or basely fear His gifts to own?
Unmindful of His favors prove?
Shall I, the hallow’d cross to shun,
Refuse His righteousness t’ impart,
By hiding it within my heart?

No--though the ancient dragon rage,
And call forth all his host to war;
Though earth's self-righteous sons engage
Them, and their god, alike I dare:
Jesus, the sinner's Friend, proclaim;
Jesus, to sinners still the same.


Outcasts of men, to you I call,
Harlots, and publicans, and thieves!
He spreads His arms t’ embrace you all;
Sinners alone His grace receives;
No need of Him the righteous have;
He came the lost to seek and save.

Come, all ye Magdalens, in lust,
Ye ruffians fell in murders old;
Repent, and live: despair and trust!
Jesus for you to death was sold;
Though hell protest, and earth repine,
He died for crimes like yours—and mine.

Come, O my guilty brethren, come,
Groaning beneath your load of sin!
His bleeding heart shall make you room,
His open side shall take you in.
He calls you now, invites you home:
Come, O my guilty brethren, come!

For you the purple current flow’d
In pardons from His wounded side,
Languish’d for you the eternal God,
For you the Prince of Glory died.
Believe, and all your guilt’s forgiven;
Only believe--and yours is heaven.



Fanny Crosby

Fanny Crosby wrote "Valley of Silence" at the age of ninety five in an attempt to capture the feelings of her "November Experience." The text is more private than Wesley’s because of the many confessional stanzas. While Wesley devotes most of his text to exhorting the unloved masses, Crosby uses conversational language to create intimacy with the reader. (It is as if she is sitting across from you.) In Wesley’s text God is suffering and moaning. In Crosby’s text, she is suffering and moaning for God, who when found, speaks to her as a lover.

I walk down the Valley of Silence,
Down the dim, voiceless valley alone,
And I hear not the fall of a footstep
Around me, save God’s and my own;
And the hush of my heart is as holy
As hours when angels have flown.

Long ago I was weary of voices
Whose music my heart could not win,
Long ago I was weary of noises
That fretted my soul with their din;
Long ago I was weary with places,
When I met but the human and sin.


I walked through the world with the worldly,
I craved what the world never gave,
And I said, "In the world, each ideal
That shines like a star on life’s wave
Is tossed on the shores of the Real,
And sleeps like a dream in its grave.

And still did I pine for the Perfect,
Yet still found the false with the true,
And sought, ‘mid the human, for heaven,
But caught a mere glimpse of the blue,
And I wept where the clouds of the mortal
Veiled even that glimpse from my view.

And I toiled on, heart-tired of human,
And I moaned, mid the masses of men,
Until I knelt long at an altar
And I heard a voice call me--since then
I have walked down the Valley of Silence
That is far beyond mortal ken.

Do you ask what I found in this
Valley?
‘Tis my trysting place with the Divine,
For I fell at the feet of the Holy,
And above me a voice said, "Be Mine."
And there rose from the depth of my spirit,
The echo, "My heart shall be Thine."




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