Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1742
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-141
Words366
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Universal Redemption Catholic Spirit Christology
Let me no more in deep complaint "My leanness, O my leanness," cry, Alone consum'd with pining want Of all my Father's children I! The painful thirst, the fond desire, Thy joyous presence shall remove, While my full soul doth still require Thy whole eternity of love. Holy, and true, and righteous Lord, I wait to prove thy perfect will, Be mindful of thy gracious word, And stamp me with thy Spirit's seal. 122"Thy" changed to "thine" in 2nd edn. (1745) and following. 123Charles Wesley changed "hast" to "has" in All in All (1761). 124Charles Wesley changed "fruits" to "fruit" in All in All (1761). Page 264 Thy faithful mercies let me find, In which thou causest me to trust; Give me the meek and lowly mind, And lay my spirit in the dust. Shew me how foul my heart hath been, When all renew'd by grace I am, When thou hast emptied me of sin, Shew me the fulness of my shame. Open my faith's interior eye: Display thy glory from above, And all I am shall sink, and die, Lost in astonishment and love. Confound, o'erpower me with thy grace! I would be by myself abhor'd, (All might, all majesty, all praise, All glory be to Christ my Lord!) Now let me gain perfection's height! Now let me into nothing fall! Be less than nothing in thy sight, And feel that Christ is all in all. John xix. 5. "Behold the man!" Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my surety stands; My name is written on his hands. He ever lives above For me to interceed, His all-redeeming love, His pretious blood to plead; Page 265 His blood aton'd for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. Five bleeding wounds he bears, Receiv'd on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me; Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransom'd sinner die! The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed one, He cannot turn away The presence of his Son: His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me, I am born of God.