Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1740
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1740-020
Words370
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Pneumatology
Forth in thy strength, O Lord, I go, Thy gospel to proclaim, Thy only righteousness to shew, And glorify thy name. Ordain'd I am, and sent by thee, As by the Father thou: And lo! Thou always art with me! I plead the promise now. O give me now to speak thy word In this appointed hour; Attend it with thy Spirit, Lord, And let it come with power. Page 44 Open the hearts of all that hear, To make their Saviour room, Now let them find redemption near, Let faith by hearing come. Give them to hear the word as thine, And (while they thus receive) Prove it the saving power divine, To sinners that believe. After Preaching. Glory, and praise, and love to thee, For this effectual door, Jesu! Who publishest by me The gospel to the poor. Glory to thy great name alone, That life and power imparts: Now, Lord, thy genuine gospel own, And graft it on their hearts. Now let them feel the tidings true, Grant to thy word success; Water it with thy heavenly dew, And give the wish'd increase. Page 45 Savour of life O let it prove, And shew their sins forgiven; Work in them faith, which works by love, And surely leads to heaven. Hymn to God the Sanctifier. Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire, Come, and my hallow'd heart inspire, Sprinkled with the atoning blood: Now to my soul thyself reveal; Thy mighty working let me feel, And know that I am born of God. Thy witness with my spirit bear, That God, my God inhabits there, Thou, with the Father and the Son, Eternal light's coeval beam. Be Christ in me, and I in him, 'Till perfect we are made in one. When wilt thou my whole heart subdue? Come, Lord, and form my soul a-new, Emptied of pride, and self, and hell: Less than the least of all thy store Of mercies, I myself abhor: All, all my vileness may I feel. Page 46 Humble, and teachable, and mild, O may I, as a little child, My lowly Master's steps pursue: Be anger to my soul unknown; Hate, envy, jealousy be gone! In love create thou all things new.