Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1742
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-144
Words385
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Pneumatology Free Will
No, no, the witness cries! "Ye shall as God be pure, Whoever on Christ relies To him the word is sure": 126"Thy" changed to "The" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. 127"Thy" changed to "The" in 2nd edn. (1745) only. 128Ori., "It is"; corrected in errata. Page 270 And I, ev'n I shall perfect be, And Christ shall live his life in me. Sin shall not always live, Or in our flesh remain; We did not, Lord, receive The word of truth in vain: The word of truth shall make us free: The Spirit's cry is, "Liberty!" The acceptable year Of Jesus is at hand: Prisoners of hope appear, Go forth at his command, And shew yourselves from sin set free: The Spirit's cry is, "Liberty!" We surely shall obtain (When Jesus enters in) A liberty from pain, A liberty from sin: We then shall more than conquerors be, The Spirit's cry is, "Liberty!" His call we now obey, Our full consent we yield, Man shall not tear away Our anchor, or our shield; Us from the gospel-hope cast down, Subvert our faith, or take our crown. The sin-atoning blood Its full effect shall have, Whom it hath brought to God It inwardly shall save, From all iniquity release, And 'stablish us in perfect peace. Page 271 The holy one shall live, And in our hearts abide, To us a portion give Among the sanctified; We all shall say, The work is done, We all are perfected in one. "He that believeth shall not make haste." Isaiah xxviii. 16. Part I. Witness divine, the just and true, Jesu, to us this promise seal, Our haste of unbelief subdue, And bid our fluttering hearts129 be still! That power which stop'd the mid-day sun, Turn'd back the tide, and chain'd the sea, Be in our rapid spirits shewn, And make us truly wait on thee. Arrest our nature's headlong course, (We would be poor, despis'd, forlorn) Baffle our skill, unnerve our force, Our carnal confidence o'erturn. Great helper of the friendless thou, Thou strength'ner of the feeble knees, O let our souls before thee bow, And sink into a sweet distress. We cannot see without thy light, Without thy light we would not see, We have no wisdom, help, or might, But Lord, our eyes are unto thee.