All in All (1761)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1761 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-all-in-all-1761-065 |
| Words | 363 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Touching this thing we all agree, Father, to ask in Jesu's name, That each his true estate may see: In faith we now the promise claim; Now, now for Jesu's sake reveal Our inward heaven, or inward hell. Send forth thy pure, unerring light, Jesus, the truth, the life, the way, And guide our helpless spirits right, That all may see thy perfect day, May all thy glorious fullness prove, Thy depth of everlasting love. Hymn CXV.152 Come, thou omniscient Son of man, Display thy sifting power; Come with the winnowing Spirit's fan, And throughly purge the floor. The chaff of sin, th' accursed thing Far from our souls be driven; The wheat into thy garner bring, And lay us up for heaven. 152First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:173-74. Page 120 Now let us by thy word be tried, Search out our reins and heart, Spirit, and soul, O Lord, divide, And joints and marrow part. Look thro' us with thine eyes of flame, The clouds and darkness chase; And shew me what by sin I am, And what I am by grace. We would not of ourselves conceive Above what thou hast done: But still to thee the matter leave, 'Till thou shalt make it known. We would not, Lord, ourselves conceal, But walk in open day; We pray thee, all our sin reveal, And purge it all away. Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes, Far from our hearts remove, As dust before the whirlwind flies, Disperse it by thy love. Then let us all thy fulness know, From every sin set free: Sav'd to the utmost, sav'd below, And perfectly like thee. Hymn CXVI.153 How can a sinner know His sins on earth forgiven? How can my Saviour shew My name inscrib'd in heaven? What we ourselves have felt and seen, With confidence we tell And publish to the sons of men The signs infallible. 153First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:220-22. Page 121 We, who in Christ believe That he for us hath died, His unknown peace receive, And feel his blood applied: Exults for joy our rising soul, Disburthen'd of her load, And swells, unutterably full Of glory, and of God.