Family Hymns (1767)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1767 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-family-hymns-1767-012 |
| Words | 377 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Is here a soul that knows thee not, Nor feels his want of thee, A stranger to the blood which bought His pardon on the tree? Convince him now of unbelief, His desperate state explain, And fill his careless heart with grief, And penitential pain. Speak with that voice which wakes the dead, And bid the leper rise, And bid his guilty conscience dread The death that never dies; Extort the cry what must be done To save a wretch like me? Page 27 How shall a trembling sinner shun That endless misery? I must this instant now begin Out of my sleep to wake, And turn to God, and every sin Continually forsake; I must for faith incessant cry, And wrestle, Lord, with thee, I must be born again, or die To all eternity. O God in Christ the Saviour To sinners reconcil'd, With manifested favor Receive thy suppliant child: On us who bow before thee Lift up thy smiling face, And bid our souls adore thee The God of pard'ning grace. Father, 'till thou revealest Truth in our inward parts, And sure forgiveness sealest On all our waiting hearts, Us by thy fear o'erawing From evil far remove, And let us feel thee drawing Our hearts with cords of love. In soft compassion mind us, If e'er we go astray, And speak the word behind us "Return, this is the way!" Restrain our will consenting To sin and misery, Page 28 And thro' thy grace preventing, Allure us back to thee. By mercy's sweet attraction We after thee shall run, And win the satisfaction For us already won, Regain our long-lost Eden, In Jesus' peaceful mind, And by thy Spirit's leading Our heavenly country find. Rest of every weary spirit, Peace of every troubled heart, Jesus full of righteous merit, Righteousness to us impart; All our sins in love pass over, (All our sins were counted thine) Spread thy skirt our shame to cover, Screen us from the wrath divine. To the hope display'd before us While we would for refuge fly, To thy Father's smile restore us, Now th' ungodly justify; While we pant beneath the mountain, O remove our guilty load, Draw us to the open fountain, Plunge the sinners in thy blood.