Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1742 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-019 |
| Words | 388 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
No desire, or will have I Thy mercy to embrace, From thy arms of love I fly, And slight thy proffer'd grace: But thou didst my ransom pay, But thy blood for me was shed: Take, O take my sins away, And make me free indeed. Thy salvation to obtain, Out of myself I go, Freely thou must heal my pain, Thy unbought mercy shew: For myself I cannot pray; Let thy Spirit interceed: Take, O take my sins away, And make me free indeed. Not because I willing am, On me this grace be shew'd; But thou art th' atoning Lamb, Therefore apply thy blood; Therefore, Lord, no more delay, Therefore heal my soul, and lead; Take, O take my sins away, And make me free indeed. Before the Sacrament. Jesu, at whose supreme command We thus approach to God, Before us in thy vesture stand, Thy vesture dipt in blood. Obedient to thy gracious word We break the hallow'd bread, Commemorate thee, our dying Lord, And trust on thee to feed. Page 29 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, And make thy nature known, Affix the sacramental seal, And stamp us for thine own. The tokens of thy dying love, O let us all receive, And feel the quickning Spirit move, And sensibly believe. The cup of blessing blest by thee, Let it thy blood impart; The bread thy mystic body be, And chear each languid heart. The grace which sure salvation brings Let us herewith receive; Satiate the hungry with good things, The hidden manna give. The living bread sent down from heaven In us vouchsafe to be; The18 flesh for all the world is given, And all may live by thee. Now, Lord, on us thy flesh bestow, And let us drink thy blood, Till all our souls are fill'd below With all the life of God. After a Journey. Glory to God, whose gracious care Doth all my steps attend, Throughout the way my weakness bear, And bring me to the end. 18"The" changed to "Thy" in HLS (1745). Page 30 Thou, Lord, hast sav'd both man and beast, How excellent thy name! While underneath thy wings I rest, Thy goodness I proclaim. Still (for I put my trust in thee) All evil turn aside, Cover my helpless head, and be My19 everlasting guide.