All in All (1761)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1761 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-all-in-all-1761-049 |
| Words | 398 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
My every weak, (though good,) design O'er-rule, or change as seems thee meet: Jesus, let all the work be thine: Thy work, O Lord, is all-compleat, And pleasing in thy Father's sight: Thou only hast done all things right. Here then to thee thine own I leave, Mould as thou wilt the passive clay, But let me all thy stamp receive, But let me all thy words obey, Serve with a single heart and eye, And to thy glory live, and die. Hymn LXXXIV.115 Are there not in the labourer's day Twelve hours, wherein he safely may His calling's works pursue? 114First appeared in Act of Devotion (1745), 105. Appears here via HSP (1749), 1:206-7. 115First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:212-13. Page 88 Though sin, and Satan still are near, Nor sin, nor Satan can I fear With Jesus in my view. Not all the powers of hell can fright A soul, that walks with Christ in light; He walks, and cannot fall; Clearly he sees, and wins his way, Shining unto the perfect day, And more than conquers all. Light of the world, thy beams I bless; On thee, bright Sun of righteousness, My faith hath fixt its eye; Guided by thee, thro' all I go, Nor fear the ruin spread below, For thou art always nigh. Ten thousand snares my path beset, Yet will I, Lord, the work compleat, Which thou to me hast given; Superior to the pains I feel, Close by the gates of death, and hell, I urge my way to heaven. Still will I strive, and labour still, With humble zeal to do thy will, And trust in thy defence; My soul into thy hands I give, And, if he can obtain thy leave, Let Satan pluck me thence. Hymn LXXXV.116 Gentle Jesu, lovely Lamb, Thine, and only thine I am; Take my body, spirit, soul, Only thou possess the whole. 116First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:216-17. Page 89 Thou my one thing needful be, Let me ever cleave to thee: Let me chuse the better part, Let me give thee all my heart. Fairer than the sons of men, Do not let me turn again, Leave the fountain head of bliss, Stoop to creature happiness. Whom have I on earth below? Thee, and only thee I know: Whom have I in heaven but thee? Thou art all in all to me.