All in All (1761)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1761 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-all-in-all-1761-051 |
| Words | 382 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Health, pardon and peace In thee I possess; I can have nothing more, I will have nothing less. I stand in thy might, I walk in thy light, And all heaven I claim in thy God-giving right. Hymn LXXXIX.120 Jesus the Conqueror reigns In glorious strength array'd, His kingdom over all maintains, And bids the earth be glad: 119First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:220. 120First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:232-33; stanzas 1-6. Page 92 Ye sons of men rejoice In Jesu's mighty love, Lift up your heart, lift up your voice To him who rules above. Extol his kingly power, Kiss the exalted Son, (Who died, and lives to die no more, High on his Father's throne! Our Advocate with God, He undertakes our cause,) And spread thro' all the earth abroad The victory of his cross. That bloody banner see, And in your Captain's sight Fight the good fight of faith with me, My fellow-soldiers fight, In mighty phalanx join'd Undaunted all proceed, Arm'd with th' unconquerable mind, That was in Christ your head. Urge on your rapid course, Ye blood-besprinkled bands, The heavenly kingdom suffers force, 'Tis seiz'd by violent hands; See there the starry crown, That glitters thro' the skies, Satan, the world, and sin tread down, And take the glorious prize. Thro' much distress, and pain, Thro' many a conflict here, Thro' blood ye must the entrance gain; Yet O! Disdain to fear. Courage, your Captain cries, Who all your toil fore-knew, Toil ye shall have, yet all despise, I have o'ercome for you. Page 93 The world cannot withstand Its antient Conqueror, The world must sink beneath that hand, Which arms us for the war: This is the victory, Before our faith they fall; Jesus hath died for you, and me! Believe, and conquer all. Hymn XC.121 Father, to thee I lift mine eyes, My longing eyes and restless heart, Before the morning watch I rise, And wait to taste how good thou art, T' obtain the grace I humbly claim, The saving power of Jesu's name. The slumber from my soul I shake, Warn'd by thy Spirit's inward call, And up to righteousness awake, And pray that I no more may fall, Or give to sin and Satan place, But walk in all thy righteous ways.