Family Hymns (1767)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1767 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-family-hymns-1767-053 |
| Words | 378 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
My sin reluctant I confess; But how shall I my sin forsake, Put off a father's tenderness, Pluck out my eyes and give him back? I cannot yield my son to thee, 'Till thou bestow thine own on me. Wherewithal shall I appear Before the righteous Lord, How appease the judge severe, Who whets his glittering sword? For my soul's offence t' atone, Shall I my body's offspring give, Offering up my only son To die, that I may live? Mine alas, can never pay The debt I owe to God, Turn th' Almighty's wrath away, Or quench with all his blood: But in whom thou art well-pleas'd, Father, thy Son himself hath died; By his death thy wrath appeas'd, Thy justice satisfied. Suffering in the sinner's place, He purchas'd life for me, Pardon, plenitude of grace, And all I ask from thee; All the benefits I claim Thro' him thou promisest to give; Lord, I ask in Jesus' name, My dying child may live. This I ask with strong desire, Expecting to receive: Do not now the soul require Thou dost so oft reprieve: Page 114 Kindly lengthen out his span, And bid him rise redeem'd, restor'd, Rise a righteous godlike man, An image of his Lord. For Sleep. Sleep that soothingly restores Weary nature's wasted powers, Gift of an indulgent God Be it on our child bestow'd. Jesus, Lord, we cry to thee Friend of helpless infancy, Now the sufferer's grief suspend, Now the balmy blessing send. In the arms of faith and prayer Whom to thee we humbly bear, Safe in thy protection keep, Let him on thy bosom sleep. Touch'd thyself with human pain Sympathizing Son of man, Ease the anguish of his breast, Lull him in thy arms to rest. Object of thy dearest love Hide his precious life above, Precious in the sight of God, Dearly bought with all thy blood. Him we to thy grace commend, Confident thou wilt defend, 'Till the answer'd prayer is seal'd, 'Till the child of faith is heal'd. Page 115 On His Recovery. Saviour, thou hast deliverance sent, Thou hast a little longer lent Whom I receiv'd from thee, I see thy healing work begun, My age's prop, my only son Restor'd to life I see.