All in All (1761)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1761 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-all-in-all-1761-004 |
| Words | 365 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
"Come to judgment, come away!" (Hark, I hear the angel say, Summoning the dust to rise) "Haste, resume, and lift your eyes; Hear, ye sons of Adam, hear, Man, before thy God appear!" Come to judgment, come away! This the last, the dreadful day! Sovereign author, judge of all, Dust obeys thy quick'ning call, Dust no other voice will heed: Thine the trump that wakes the dead. Come to judgment, come away! Ling'ring man no longer stay; Thee let earth at length restore, Pris'ner in her womb no more; Burst the barriers of the tomb, Rise to meet thy instant doom! J. C. W. Vol. 1.3 2Source: George Herbert. First appeared in HSP (1739), 10-11. 3I.e., John and Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 5th edn. (London, 1756) combines consecutively HSP (1739) and HSP (1740). Page 2 Come to judgment, come away! Wide dispers'd howe'er ye stray, Lost in fire, or air, or main, Kindred atoms meet again; Sepulchred where'er ye rest, Mix'd with fish, or bird, or beast. Come to judgment, come away! Help, O Christ, thy work's decay: Man is out of order hurl'd, Parcel'd out to all the world; Lord, thy broken concert raise, And the music shall be praise. Hymn II.4 World adieu, thou real cheat, Oft have thy deceitful charms Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, Foolish hopes and false alarms; Now I see as clear as day, How thy follies pass away. Vain thy entertaining sights, False thy promises renew'd, All the pomp of thy delights Does but flatter and delude: Thee I quit for heaven above, Object of the noblest love. Farewel honour's empty pride! Thy own nice, uncertain gust, If the least mischance betide, Lays thee lower than the dust: Worldly honours end in gall, Rise to-day, to-morrow fall. Foolish vanity, farewel, More inconstant than the wave! 4Source: Antoinette Bourignon. First appeared in HSP (1739), 17-19. Page 3 Where thy soothing fancies dwell, Purest tempers they deprave: He, to whom I fly, from thee, Jesus Christ shall set me free. Never shall my wand'ring mind, Follow after fleeting toys, Since in God alone I find Solid and substantial joys: Joys that never over-past, Thro' eternity shall last.