Wesley Corpus

All in All (1761)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1761
Passage IDcw-duke-all-in-all-1761-075
Words397
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Social Holiness Reign of God Christology
O how happy am I here, How beyond expression blest, When I feel my Jesus near, When in Jesu's love I rest, Peace, and joy, and heaven I prove Heaven on earth in Jesu's love! Nothing else but love I know, Worldly joys and sorrows end, Men may rage, my feeble foe, Thou, O Jesus, art my friend: Man may smile; I trust in thee Thou art all in all to me. Thou my faithful friend and true Reachest out thy gracious hand: What can men or devils do While by faith in thee I stand! 178Source: Wolfgang Christoph Dessler. First appeared in MSP (1744), 3:273-75. Page 141 Stand immoveably secure, Love hath made my footsteps sure. Satan stirs a tempest up, Calm I wait till all is past; See the anchor of my hope On the Rock of Ages cast! Never can that anchor fail, Entred now within the veil. Shouldst thou o'er the desert lead, Will me farther griefs to know, After thee with steady tread, Leaning on thy love I'd go, Drink the fountain from above, Eat the manna of thy love. O how wonderful thy ways! All in love begin and end: Whom thy mercy means to raise First thy justice bids descend, Sink into themselves, and rise Glorious all above the skies. There I shall my lot receive, Soon as from the flesh I fly, Happy in thy love I live, Happier in thy love I die: Lo! The prospect opens fair! I shall soon be harbour'd there! Light of life, to thee I haste, Glad to quit this dark abode, On thy truth and mercy cast, Longing to be lost in God, Ready at thy call to say, Lo! I come, I come away! Ministerial spirits come, Spread your golden wings for me, Page 142 Waft me to my heavenly home, Land me in eternity; Bear, me to my glorious rest, Take me to my Saviour's breast. Hymn CXXXIV.179 Melt happy soul, in Jesu's blood, Sink down into the wounds of God, And there for ever dwell: I now have found my rest again, The spring of life, the balm of pain In Jesu's wounds I feel. Thirsty so long, and weak, and faint, I here enjoy whate'er I want, The sweet refreshing tide Brings life and peace to dying souls; And still the gushing comfort rolls From Jesu's wounded side.