Wesley Corpus

Family Hymns (1767)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1767
Passage IDcw-duke-family-hymns-1767-077
Words384
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Christology Catholic Spirit
That God-revealing Spirit of grace Thou wilt in all his fulness give, And never more conceal thy face, And never more thy people leave. 48A shorthand copy of this hymn in CW's hand appears in MS Spencer, 36-38; there are scattered minor variants, noted in that file. Page 163 But who the kingdom shall behold, Who, when the Lord doth this, shall live? "I will come back" (my heart he told) "And thee unto myself receive." So be it, O my God, my Lord, In whom I stedfastly confide, I trust the sure inspoken word, And patient by thy cross abide. For all who thine appearing love, For me thou hast prepar'd a place, And I shall meet thee from above, And I shall see thy open face. Whether thy will ordain my stay To see thy general kingdom come, Or snatch me from the evil day, And take my gasping spirit home: Happy, if with my best-belov'd I live to share the gospel-feast, But happier still, if now remov'd, I find my everlasting rest. Wherefore with meekest awe to thee My time, my life, my all I leave, Eternal wisdom chuse for me, And when, and as thou wilt, receive. Or come in perfect light and love, To me, to all thy people given, Or come thy servant to remove, And take me to thyself in heaven. Hymns for Love. O might the love of Jesus That heaven-descended man Incomparably precious, My ransom'd heart constrain Page 164 From every earthly passion, From every sin to part, That God and his salvation May take up all my heart. O would'st thou, Lord, discover Thy blessed self to me, My soul's eternal lover, As bleeding on the tree; For my offences bleeding, Crush'd with the general load, Yet kindly interceding For those that shed his blood! The realizing power Of faith divine I want, To see thee in that hour, And hear thy last complaint, By hellish toils o'retaken To hear th' immortal groan Why hath my God forsaken His dear, expiring Son! Let thy own bowels move thee The faith of God t' impart: I cannot, cannot love thee, Till thou constrain my heart, To flesh the stony turning, Till thou thy wounds display: And then in blissful mourning I weep my life away!