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-029 |
| Words | 373 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Triumph and reign in me, And spread thy victory: Hell and death, and sin controul, Pride, and self,50 and ev'ry foe, All subdue; thro' all my soul Conqu'ring and to conquer go. 50John Wesley corrected by hand in his copy of 5th edn. (1756) to "Pride, self-will"; in Hymns and Spiritual Songs (1753) to "pride, self-love"; and in Hymns (1780) changed it to "Pride and wrath." Page 178 A Morning Hymn. "See the day-spring from afar Usher'd by the morning-star!" Haste; to him who sends the light, Hallow the remains of night. Souls, put on your glorious dress, Waking into righteousness: Cloath'd with Christ aspire to shine, Radiance he of light divine; Beam of the eternal beam, He in God, and God in him! Strive we him in us to see, Transcript of the deity. Burst we then the bands of death, Rais'd by his all-quickning breath; Long we to be loos'd from earth, Struggling51 into second birth. Spent at length is nature's night; Christ attends to give us light, Christ attends himself to give; God we now may see, and live. 51"Struggling" changed to "Struggle" in 4th end. (1743) and 5th edn. (1756). Page 179 Tho' the outward man decay; Form'd within us day by day Still the inner man we view, Christ creating all things new. Turn, O turn us, Lord, again, Raiser thou of fallen man! Sin destroy and nature's boast, Saviour thou of spirits lost! Thy great will in us be done: Crucified and dead our own, Ours no longer let us be; Hide us from ourselves in thee! Thou the life, the truth, the way, Suffer us no more to stray; Give us, Lord, and ever give Thee to know, in thee to live! Page 184 Hymn to the Holy Ghost. Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire, Come, and in me delight to rest! Drawn by the lure of strong desire, O come, and consecrate my breast: The temple of my soul prepare, And fix thy sacred presence there! If now thy influence I feel, If now in thee begin to live; Still to my heart thyself reveal, Give me thyself, for ever give. A point my good, a drop my store: Eager I ask, and pant for more.