Family Hymns (1767)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1767 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-family-hymns-1767-041 |
| Words | 383 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Jesus, evermore the same, Manifest thy saving name, Good Physician from above, Heal the object of thy love. Humbly prostrate at thy feet, We our will to thine submit; Yet, before thy will is shown, Trembling we present our own. 'Till thy love's design we see, Earnest, but resign'd to thee, Suffer us for life to pray, Bless us with her longer stay. Page 88 Let the balm be now applied, Touch her, and the fever chide, Now command it to depart, Sprinkle now her peaceful heart. Thou with equal ease and skill Canst the soul and body heal: Raise her, Lord, the vessel raise Of thine all-sufficient grace. Let her long a witness live That thou canst on earth forgive, Live, thine utmost love to see, Live to serve thy church and thee. Then, when all her work is done, Thou thy faithful servant crown, Take her, Jesus, to thy breast, Take us all to endless rest. For One Visited with Sickness. O thou, whose wise paternal love Hath brought my active vigour down, Thy choice I thankfully approve, And prostrate at thy gracious throne, I offer up my life's remains, I chuse the state my God ordains. Cast as a broken vessel by, Thy will I can no longer do, Yet while a daily death I die, Thy power I may in weakness shew, My patience may thy glory raise, My speechless woe proclaim thy praise. But since without thy Spirit's might Thou know'st I nothing can endure, The help I ask in Jesus' right, The strength he did for me procure, Page 89 Father, abundantly impart, And arm with love my feeble heart. This single good I humbly crave, This single good on me bestow, And when my one desire I have, Let every other blessing go! Ah, do not, Lord, my suit deny, I only want to love and die. Or let me live, of love possest, In weakness, weariness, and pain; The anguish of my labouring breast, The daily cross I still sustain, For him that languish'd on the tree, But liv'd, before he died, for me. Welcome incurable disease, Whate'er my gracious God decrees My happy choice I make, Death's sentence in myself receive, Since God a Man of Griefs did live, And suffer for my sake.