All in All (1761)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1761 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-all-in-all-1761-054 |
| Words | 389 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
God of almighty love, By whose sufficient grace I lift my heart to things above, And humbly seek thy face; Thro' Jesus Christ the just My faint desires receive, And let me in thy goodness trust, And to thy glory live. 125First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:246-47; stanzas 1-2, 4-6. 126First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:251-52. Page 98 Whate'er I speak, or do, Thy glory be my aim: My offerings all are offer'd thro' The ever-blessed name: Jesus, my single eye Is fixt on thee alone, Thy name be prais'd on earth, on high, Thy will by all be done. Spirit of grace, inspire My consecrated heart, Fill me with pure, celestial fire, With all thou hast, or art: My feeble mind transform, And perfectly renew'd Into a saint exalt a worm, A worm into a God! Hymn XCVI.127 To thee, great God of love, I bow, And prostrate in thy sight adore: By faith I see thee passing now: I have; but still I ask for more: A glimpse of love cannot suffice, My soul for all thy presence cries. I cannot see thy face, and live! Then let me see thy face, and die: Now, Lord, my gasping spirit receive; Give me, on eagle's wings to fly, With eagle's eyes on thee to gaze, And plunge into the glorious blaze. The fulness of my great reward A blest eternity shall be. But hast thou not on earth prepar'd Some better thing than this for me? 127First appeared in HSP (1749), 1:289-90. Page 99 What, but one drop! One transient sight! I want a sun, a sea of light. Moses thy backward parts might view, But not a perfect sight obtain: The gospel doth thy fulness shew, To us by the commandment slain; The dead to sin shall find the grace; The pure in heart shall see thy face. More favour'd than the saints of old, Who now thro' faith approach to thee, Shall all with open face behold In Christ the glorious deity, Shall see, and put the Godhead on, The nature of thy sinless Son. This, this is our high calling's prize: Thine image in thy Son I claim, And still to higher glories rise, 'Till all-transform'd I know thy name, And glide to all my heaven above, My highest heaven of Jesu's love. Hymn XCVII.128