Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1742
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-127
Words390
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Universal Redemption Christology Catholic Spirit
Son of God, arise, arise, And to thy temple come, Look, and with thy flaming eyes The man of sin consume; Slay him with thy Spirit, Lord, Reign thou in my heart alone, Speak the sanctifying word, And seal me all thine own. Waiting for the Promise. Drooping soul, shake off thy fears, Fearful soul be strong, be bold, Tarry till the Lord appears, Never, never, quit thy hold. Murmur not at his delay, Dare not set thy God a time, Calmly for his coming stay, Leave it, leave it all to him. Fainting soul, be bold, be strong, Wait the leisure of thy Lord, Though it seem to tarry long, True, and faithful is his word. On his word my soul I cast; (He cannot himself deny) Surely it shall speak at last, It shall speak, and shall not lye. Every one that seeks shall find, Every one that asks shall have Christ, the Saviour of mankind, Willing, able all to save: I shall his salvation see, I in faith on Jesus call, I from sin shall be set free, Perfectly set free from all. Page 238 Lord, my time is in thy103 hand, Weak, and helpless as I am, Surely thou canst make me stand, I believe in Jesu's name: Saviour, in temptation thou, Thou hast sav'd me heretofore, Thou from sin dost save me now, Thou shalt save me evermore. Wherefore should I doubt the grace Which I every moment prove, Sin and Satan must give place, Both must yield to stronger love. Sin, and Satan rage their hour, But thou all-sufficient art, Thou art infinite in power, Thou art greater than my heart. Gladly therefore will I boast Of my soul's infirmities, I a sinner, helpless, lost, I cannot from sinning cease. Yet the power on me doth rest, Now it doth from sin secure: When it sinks into my breast, Pure I am as God is pure. The Same Waiting for the Promise. O Jesu, full of truth and grace, O all-atoning Lamb of God, I wait to see thy lovely face, I seek redemption thro' thy blood. In thee, who hast redeem'd of old Mine, and the souls of all mankind, Tho' once to sin and Satan sold, Surely I shall redemption find. 103"Thy" changed to "thine" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. Page 239