Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739) CW Verse
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1739 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1739-cw-verse-026 |
| Words | 401 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Jesu! To thee I bow Th' Almighty's Fellow thou! Thou, the Father's only Son; Pleas'd he ever is in thee, Just and holy thou alone Full of grace and truth for me. High above ev'ry name Jesus, the great I AM! Page 167 Bows to JESUS ev'ry knee Things in heav'n, and earth and hell, Saints adore him, demons flee, Fiends and men and angels feel. He left his throne above Emptied of all, but love: Whom the heav'ns cannot contain God vouchsaf'd a worm t' appear, Lord of glory, Son of man, Poor, and vile, and abject here. His own on earth he sought, His own receiv'd him not: Him, a sign by all blasphem'd, Outcast and despis'd of men, Him they all a madman deem'd, Bold to scoff the Nazarene. Hail Galilean King! Thy humble state I sing; Never shall my triumphs end, Hail derided majesty, Jesus, hail! The sinner's friend, Friend of Publicans and me! Thine eye observ'd my pain Thou good Samaritan! Spoil'd I lay and bruis'd by sin, Gasp'd my faint, expiring soul, Wine and oil thy love pour'd in, Clos'd my wounds, and made me whole. Page 168 Hail the life-giving Lord, Divine, engrafted word! Thee the Life my soul has found, Thee the Resurrection prov'd: Dead I heard the quick'ning sound, Own'd thy voice; believ'd, and lov'd! With thee gone up on high I live, no more to die: First and Last, I feel thee now, Witness of thy empty tomb, Alpha and Omega thou Wast, and art, and art to come! IId Hymn to Christ. Saviour, the world's and mine, Was ever grief like thine! Thou my pain, my curse hast took, All my sins were laid on thee; Help me, Lord; to thee I look, Draw me, Saviour, after thee. 'Tis done! My God hath died, My love is crucify'd! Break this stony heart of mine, Pour my eyes a ceaseless flood, Feel, my soul, the pangs divine, Catch, my heart, the issuing blood! Page 169 When, O my God, shall I For thee submit to die? How the mighty debt repay, Rival of thy passion prove? Lead me in thyself the way, Melt my hardness into love. To love is all my wish, I only live for this: Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, There by faith for ever dwell: This I always will require Thee and only thee to feel.