Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739) CW Verse

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1739
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1739-cw-verse-012
Words384
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Justifying Grace
Them shall he claim his just desert, Them his inheritance receive, And many a contrite humble heart Will I for his possession give. Satan he thence shall chase away, Assert his right, his foes o'ercome; Stronger than hell, retrieve the prey, And bear the spoil triumphant home. For charg'd with all their guilt he stood, Sinners from suffering to redeem, For them he pour'd out all his blood, Their substitute, he died for them. He died; and rose his death to plead, To testify their sins forgiven And still I hear him interceed, And still he makes their claim to heaven! Page 91 Hebrews xii. 2. "Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith." Weary of struggling with my pain, Hopeless to burst my nature's chain, Hardly I give the contest o'er, I seek to free myself no more. From my own works at last I cease, God that creates must seal my peace;14 Fruitless my toil and vain my care, And15 all my fitness is despair. Lord, I despair myself to heal, I see my sin, but cannot feel: I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, And bid th' obedient waters flow. 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give, Thy gifts I only can receive: Here then to thee I all resign, To draw, redeem, and seal is thine. With simple faith, to thee I call, My light, my life, my Lord, my all: I wait the moving of the pool; I wait the word that speaks me whole. 14Changed to "God must create and seal my peace" in 4th edn. (1743) and 5th edn. (1756). 15"And" changed to "for" in 4th edn. (1743) and 5th edn. (1756). Page 92 Speak gracious Lord, my sickness cure, Make my infected nature pure; Peace, righteousness and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart. Galatians iii. 22. "The scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith of Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe." Jesu, the sinner's friend, to thee Lost and undone for aid I flee, Weary of earth, myself, and sin Open thine arms, and take me in. Pity and heal my sin-sick soul, 'Tis thou alone canst make me whole, Fal'n, till in me thine image shine, And cursed I am till thou art mine.