Words: , Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems, 1742.

Music: Sher­bourne, from the 9th Sym­pho­ny of .

In 1783, at the Bris­tol Con­fer­ence, Wes­ley was seized with a sud­den ill­ness, from which no one ex­pect­ed him to re­co­ver. He told Jo­seph Brad­ford, ‘I have been re­flect­ing on my past life. I have been wan­der­ing up and down be­tween fif­ty and six­ty years, en­dea­vour­ing, in my poor way, to do a lit­tle good to my fel­low crea­tures; and now it is prob­a­ble that there are but a few steps be­tween me and death; and what have I done or suf­fered that will bear look­ing at. I have no other plea than this—

I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.’

Charles Wes­ley’s daugh­ter, Sar­ah, died in Bris­tol on Sep­tem­ber 9, 1828, when near­ly se­ven­ty years old. Jo­seph Ent­wisle vi­sit­ed her on her death-bed. She was too weak to talk much, but would oft­en re­peat the same lines. They were al­most her last words. She was bur­ied in St. James’s Church­yard, Bris­tol, where five in­fant child­ren of Charles Wes­ley’s had been laid to rest. Her fa­ther’s vers­es were put on her grave­stone.


Let the world their virtue boast,
Their works of righteousness,
I, a wretch undone and lost,
Am freely saved by grace;
Other title I disclaim;
This, only this, is all my plea:
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.

I, like Gideon’s fleece, am found
Unwatered still, and dry,
While the dew on all around,
Falls plenteous from the sky;
Yet my Lord I cannot blame,
The Savior’s grace for all is free:
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.

Surely He will lift me up,
For I of Him have need;
I cannot give up my hope,
Though I am cold and dead;
To bring fire on earth He came;
O that it now might kindled be!
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.

Jesus, Thou for me hast died,
And Thou in me wilt live;
I shall feel Thy death applied,
I shall Thy life receive;
Yet, when melted in the flame
Of love, this shall be all my plea:
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.