Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1742
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-052
Words395
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Universal Redemption Repentance
This moment would I take it up, And after my dear Master bear, With thee ascend to Calvary's top, And bow my head, and suffer there. I would: but thou must give the power, My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. Come, Lord, the drooping sinner chear, Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay, Appear in my poor heart, appear, My God, my Saviour come away. One deep unto another cries, My misery, Lord, implores thy grace: When wilt thou hear, and bow the skies! When shall I see my Jesu's face! The hireling longeth for his hire But only punishment is mine, My merits are eternal fire But heaven and happiness are thine. Give me thy life, for thou my death Hast swallow'd up in victory, Quicken'd me with thy latest breath, And died, that I might live to thee. This, only this is all my hope, And doth my sinking soul sustain, Thy faithful mercies hold me up, My Saviour did not die in vain. Answer thy death's design in me, The guilt, and power of sin remove, Redeem from all iniquity, Renew, and perfect me in love. Page 93 "This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world, to save sinners." 1 Timothy i. 15. Jesu, sin-atoning Lamb, Jesu, lover of thy foe, Let me feel thy sovereign name, Let me all its virtue know: Hear my cry out of the deep, Haste, and help a friendless soul, Seek, and save a wand'ring sheep, Make a sin-sick sinner whole. Burthen'd am I, and opprest, Till thou dost remove my load: Weary, till thou give me rest, Guilty, till I feel thy blood. See me, a meer sinner see, Miserable, poor, and blind, Till I lose my all in thee, Till in thee my all I find. What have I thy grace to move? Beast and devil is my name, God I hate, and sin I love, Sin I love, and sin I am. Yet I mean thy grace to try; Sinners if thou canst receive, Here I am, their captain I; Wouldst thou have me die or live? Thou the potter, I the clay, Nothing have I, Lord, to plead, Nothing have I, Lord, to say: Bid me live, or strike me dead.