Wesley Corpus

All in All (1761)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1761
Passage IDcw-duke-all-in-all-1761-035
Words377
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Catholic Spirit Christology Universal Redemption
O that the life-infusing grace, The pure and perfect peace of God, Might now descend on Israel's race, The church he purchas'd with his blood. The souls peculiarly his own, On them the choicest gifts descend From him that sitteth on the throne, Antient of days which never end. He was from all eternity, Pure essence, life, and light, and power, He is when time no more shall be; He is, and shall be evermore. From God to all his church below, From the seven spirits before his throne, From Jesus let the blessing flow, Jesus is God's co-equal Son. The true and faithful witness he, The first-begotten of the dead, Prince of the kings of earth to thee Be everlasting homage paid. 84First appeared in HSP (1742), 278-79. Page 61 Amazing height of love divine! We praise with all thy hosts above Th' unutterably great design, The mystery of redeeming love. From actual, and from inbred sin Us thou hast wash'd in thine own blood, Thy blood hath made us more than clean, Hath made us kings and priests to God. Wherefore to thee all honour, praise, Dominion, power, and thanks we give, While to the glory of thy grace Thro' all eternity we live. Hymn LXI.85 Say, which of you would see the Lord? Ye all may now obtain the grace, Behold him in the written word Where John unveils the Saviour's face. Clear as the trumpet's voice he speaks To every soul that turns his ear, Amidst the golden candlesticks He walks: and lo! He now is here. Present to all believing souls, They see him with an eagle's eye: Down to his feet a garment rolls, Stain'd with a glorious crimson dye. His form is as the Son of man, His eyes are as a flame of fire; They dart a sin-consuming pain, And life, and joy divine inspire. As many waters, sounds his word, Seven stars he holds in his right-hand, 85First appeared in HSP (1742), 280-81; stanzas 1-3, 5, 8-11. Page 62 Out of his mouth a two-edg'd sword Goes forth: before it who can stand? Lord, at thy feet we fall as dead, Lay thy right-hand upon our soul, Scatter our fears, thy Spirit shed, And all our unbelief controul.