Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1742 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-132 |
| Words | 384 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Who blasphemously call thee Lord With lips, and hearts unclean, But make thee, while they slight thy word, The minister of sin: Who madly plead for sin's remains; While full of slavish fears, They fancy thou hast purg'd their stains, And falsely call thee theirs. O wretched man, who dares divide The pardon, and the peace! In vain for thee the Saviour died, Unless he seal thee his. O wretched man, from guilt to dream Thy harden'd conscience freed! When Jesus doth a soul redeem, He makes it free indeed. The guilt and power with all thy art Can never be disjoin'd, Nor will God bid the guilt depart, And leave the power behind. Faith, when it comes, breaks every chain, And makes us truly free, But Christ hath died for thee in vain, Unless he lives in thee. Page 247 What is redemption in his blood, But liberty within? A liberty to serve my God, And to eschew my sin. What is our calling's glorious hope, But inward holiness? For this to Jesus I look up, I calmly wait for this. I wait, till he shall touch me clean, Shall life, and power impart, Give me a faith that roots out sin, And purifies my heart. This is the dear redeeming grace, For every sinner free: Surely it shall on me take place, The chief of sinners me. From all iniquity, from all He shall my soul redeem: In Jesus I believe, and shall Believe myself to him. When Jesus makes my soul his home, My sin shall all depart: "And lo!" He saith, "I quickly come, To cleanse and fill thy heart." Be it according to thy word, Redeem me from all sin, My heart would now receive thee, Lord: Come in, my Lord, come in! Page 248 Deuteronomy xxxiii. 26, c.108 None is like Jeshuron's God, So great, so strong, so high, Lo! He spreads his wings abroad, He rides upon the sky! Israel, his first-born son, God, th' eternal God is thine, See him in thy help come down, The excellence divine. Thee the great Jehovah deigns To succour and defend, Thee th' eternal God sustains Thy Maker, and thy friend; Sinner, what hast thou to dread? Safe from all impending harms, God hath underneath thee spread His everlasting arms.