Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1742
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-092
Words393
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Pneumatology
True and faithful witness thou, O Christ, thy Spirit give: Hast thou not receiv'd him now That we might now receive? 51Charles included a manuscript copy of this hymn in MS Richmond Tracts, 34. Page 167 Art thou not our living head? Life to all thy limbs impart, Shed thy love, thy Spirit shed In every waiting heart. Holy Ghost, the Comforter, The gift of Jesus, come: Glows our heart to find thee near, And swells to make thee room; Present with us thee we feel, Come, O come, and in us be, With us, in us live and dwell To all eternity. Another Hymn for the Day of Pentecost.52 Sinners, your hearts lift up, Partakers of your hope! This the day of Pentecost, Ask, and ye shall all receive; Surely now the Holy Ghost God to all that ask shall give. Ye all may freely take The grace, for Jesu's sake; He for every man hath died, He for all hath rose again; Jesus now is glorified, Gifts he hath receiv'd for men. He sends them from the skies On all his enemies; By his cross he now hath led Captive our captivity: We shall all be free indeed, Christ the Son shall make us free. Blessings on all he pours In never-ceasing showers, 52Charles included a manuscript copy of this hymn in MS Richmond Tracts, 34-35. Only the first two stanzas remain. Page 168 All he waters from above, Offers all his joy and peace, Settled comfort, perfect love, Everlasting righteousness. All may from him receive A power to turn and live; Grace for every soul is free, All may hear th' effectual call; All the light of life may see, All may feel he died for all. Drop down in showers of love Ye heavens from above! Righteousness, ye skies, pour down, Open, earth, and take it in, Claim the Spirit for your own, Sinners, and be sav'd from sin. Father, behold we claim The gift in Jesu's name! Him the promis'd Comforter Into all our spirits pour; Let him fix his mansion here, Come, and never leave us more. A Thanksgiving. O God of my salvation hear And help a sinner to draw near With boldness to the throne of grace: Help me thy benefits to sing, And smile to see me feebly bring My humble sacrifice of praise.