Wesley Corpus

Family Hymns (1767)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1767
Passage IDcw-duke-family-hymns-1767-028
Words377
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Trinity
Touch'd by the healing hand divine, She lives, she lives to praise her Lord: Jesus, the work and praise be thine, Thy name be blest, rever'd, ador'd! Thou hast thy gracious word fulfil'd, And sav'd her in her last distress, The promise and the prayer is seal'd, Seal'd on her heart in gospel-peace. Wherefore with joyful lips and heart, Thee, Jesus, Lord of life we own, And sing how great and good thou art, How near to help and save thine own! To thee our grateful all we give, Thine, wholly thine resolv'd to be, And only for thy glory live, And die a sacrifice to thee. Hymn for a New-Born Child.22 Father, Son, and Spirit come, Enter now thy human shrine, Take my offspring from the womb; Mine he is not, Lord, but thine: Thine this moment let him be, Thine to all eternity! Seize, O seize his tender heart Beating to the vital war; Everlasting life impart, Sow the seed of glory there: 22Charles wrote this hymn for the birth of his own first child (John), and a nephew of William Lunell born the same day. See his letter to William Lunell (August 22, 1752). Page 61 Grace be to my infant given, Grace the principle of heaven. Soon as reason's glimmering ray Feebly faint begins to shine, Let the spark of grace display Stronger influence divine, All the life of sin controul, Spread throughout his new-born soul. Father, draw him from his birth With the cords of heavenly love, From the trivial joys of earth Raise his mind to joys above, Gently lead thy favourite on, Till thou giv'st him to thy Son. Rise the woman's conquering seed, In his ransom'd nature rise, Bruiser of the serpent's head, Give him back his paradise, Nature into grace convert, Grave thine image on his heart. Spirit of life, and love, and power, The deep things of God reveal, Seal him from his natal hour, Him the heir of glory seal, Strong with sevenfold energy Stamp, and fit him for the sky. Father, Son, and Spirit come, Enter now thy human shrine, Take my offspring from the womb; Mine he is not, Lord, but thine: Thine this moment let him be, Thine to all eternity. Page 62