Wesley Corpus

Family Hymns (1767)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1767
Passage IDcw-duke-family-hymns-1767-060
Words373
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Justifying Grace Social Holiness
Thee our strength and righteousness, Jesus, we with joy confess: Mighty to redeem from death, Thou hast spread thine arms beneath, Kept her, till the hour was past, Scarcely sav'd yet sav'd at last. Mighty to redeem from pain, Turn, and visit her again: Till thy breath again revives, In the shade of death she lives, In extreme infirmity Dying still for want of thee. Make her, Lord, thy constant care, In thy loving bosom bear: Mov'd by our continued cry Thy balsamic blood apply, Nature's sinking powers restore, Give her life for evermore. While thou dost her soul renew, Quicken her frail body too, While she hangs in even scale, Let the prayer of faith prevail, Present in thy power to heal, On her heart the answer seal. Another After Her Delivery. Let the redeem'd by grace Their kind Redeemer praise: Ransom'd from the gaping grave Jesus hid my life above, Ready was my Lord to save The dear object of his love. Page 129 Pluck'd from the jaws of death, Saviour, thy praise I breathe, Pledge of greater mercies still This deliverance I receive, Live t' experience all thy will, Only for thy glory live. Thy healing work begun Wilt thou not carry on, Nature's wasted strength repair, Clothe my flesh with vigour new, That I may thy power declare, Testify that thou art true? But most I long to prove The sweetness of thy love: Filial love for servile fear Shed it in my heart abroad; Now as slain for me appear, Shew thyself the pardning God. Incapable of rest Till of thy love possest, Comforted I cannot be, Till thou dost the grace bestow, Wrestling in thy strength with thee, Weakness will not let thee go. Reserv'd for this alone To know as I am known, Come with thy salvation, Lord, Let, my sins no longer part, Speak the reconciling word, Speak thyself into my heart. For a Sick Child. So foolish, ignorant, and blind To that thy wisdom hath design'd, Page 130 What shall I to my Father say, Or how for a sick infant pray? With pain he doth his life begin, Who never copied Adam's sin, Yet, innocent, in plaintive groans Th' original offence he owns.