All in All (1761)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1761 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-all-in-all-1761-066 |
| Words | 379 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
His love, surpassing far The love of all beneath, We find within, and dare The pointless darts of death. Stronger than death, or sin, or hell The mystic power we prove, And conquerors of the world we dwell In heaven, who dwell in love. The pledge of future bliss He now to us imparts, His gracious Spirit is The earnest in our hearts: We antedate the joys above, We taste th' eternal powers, And know that all those heights of love And all those heavens are ours. 'Till he our life reveal, We rest in Christ secure: His Spirit is the seal, Which made our pardon sure: Our sins his blood hath blotted out, And154 sign'd our soul's release: And can we of his favour doubt, Whose blood declares us his? We by his Spirit prove, And know the things of God, The things which of his love He hath on us bestow'd: 154Ori., "An"; a misprint. Restored to HSP (1749) reading in All in All (1765). Page 122 Our God to us his Spirit gave, And dwells in us, we know, The witness in ourselves we have, And all his fruits we shew. The meek and lowly heart, Which in our Saviour was, He doth to us impart, And signs us with his cross: Our nature's course is turn'd, our mind Transform'd in all its powers, And both the witnesses are join'd, The Spirit of God with ours. Whate'er our pard'ning Lord Commands, we gladly do, And guided by his word, We all his steps pursue: His glory is our sole design, We live our God to please, And rise with filial fear divine To perfect holiness. Hymn CXVII.155 Come all, whoe'er have set Your faces Sion-ward, In Jesus let us meet, And praise our common Lord: In Jesus let us still walk on, 'Till all appear before his throne. Nearer and nearer still We to our country come, To that celestial hill, The weary pilgrim's home: The New Jerusalem above, The seat of everlasting love. 155First appeared in HSP (1749), 2:242-43. Page 123 The ransom'd sons of God, All earthly things we scorn, And to our high abode With songs of praise return; From strength to strength we still proceed, With crowns of joy upon our head.