Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1742
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-125
Words396
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Scriptural Authority
'Tis done: my prayer hath pierc'd the skies, Hath reach'd my gracious Father's ear, He hears, he answers to my cries; My God shall in my heart appear; He hath to me a token given, This inward peace, this taste of heaven. Wherefore of him I make my boast, I triumph in his truth, and grace, I in his faithful mercies trust, I shall with joy behold his face, I shall be soon his fixt abode, A temple of the living God. O ye of fearful heart,100 be strong, Your downcast hands and eyes lift up! Ye shall not be forgotten long; Hope to the end, in Jesus hope, Tell him, ye wait his grace to prove, And cannot fail, if God is love. Prisoners of hope, be strong, be bold! Cast off your doubts, disdain to fear; Dare to believe; on Christ lay hold; Wrestle with Christ in mighty prayer, Tell him, We will not let thee go, Till we thy name, thy nature know. 100"Heart" changed to "hearts" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. Page 234 Hast thou not died to purge our sin, And rose, thy death for us to plead? To write thy law of love within Our hearts, and make us free indeed? That we our Eden might regain, Thou di'dst, and couldst not die in vain. Lord, we believe, and wait the hour Which all thy great salvation brings: The Sp'rit of love, and health, and power Shall come, and make us priests and kings; Thou wilt perform thy faithful word, The servant shall be as his Lord. The promise stands for ever sure, And we shall in thine image shine, Partakers of a nature pure, Holy, and perfect, and divine,101 In Spirit join'd to thee the Son, As thou art with thy Father one. Faithful, and true, we now receive The promise, ratified by thee, To thee the when and how we leave, In time, and in eternity; We only hang upon thy word, The servant shall be as his Lord. Zechariah iv. 7, c. O great mountain, who art thou Immense, immoveable! High as heaven aspires thy brow, Thy foot sinks deep as hell: Thee, alas! I long have known, Long have felt thee fixt within, Still beneath thy weight I groan; Thou art indwelling sin. 101Line changed to "Holy, angelical, divine," in 2nd edn. (1745) only. Page 235