Wesley Corpus

Family Hymns (1767)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1767
Passage IDcw-duke-family-hymns-1767-013
Words375
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Catholic Spirit
Peace be to our habitation, Peace to all that here reside! Stir them up to seek salvation Who secure in death abide: By themselves no longer harden'd Comfort may they never know, Page 29 Never rest till freely pardon'd After thee with joy they go. In a state of nature sleeping, Still our little ones defend, Have the innocents in keeping Whom we to thy care commend; Gently from their slumber wake them; Shortning then the legal strife, Thine adopted children make them Heirs of everlasting life. Every present soul receiving In thy mercy's arms embrace, Write our names among the living Number with the faithful race: Hallow'd vessels of election For those purer mansions meet, Children of the resurrection Take us to thy glorious seat. Father, Son, and Spirit, come, And with thine own abide; Holy God, to make thee room, Our hearts we open wide, Thee, and only thee request To every asking sinner given: Come, our life, and peace, and rest, Our all in earth and heaven. Born again that thee we may In spirit and truth adore, Come, and in thy temples stay And never leave us more: Page 30 Thee our faithful souls desire; Because we know thee now in part, Nothing less can we require, Than all thou hast, and art. With resign'd simplicity And patient earnestness, Thee we seek; not thine, but thee We languish to possess: Come, and bring thy nature in, And let thy love unrival'd reign; Grace we then, and glory win, And all in Jesus gain. Spirit of supplication, Thro' Jesus Christ bestow'd, Visit this habitation, And make us thine abode; To pour a mournful prayer Help our infirmity, And all our souls prepare, Great God, to compass thee. Spirit of faith, discover To us the crucified, The sinners' friend, and lover Who for his haters died: Set forth the Lamb atoning, As slaughter'd in our stead, And let us hear him groaning, And see him bow his head. Help us to look upon him By us transfixt and torn, The Lord of all to own him, And o're our Saviour mourn Page 31 With tears of true contrition Bewail a tortur'd God, And find him a physician Who heals us by his blood.