Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1742
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-150
Words390
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Catholic Spirit Christology Universal Redemption
His spotless purity of soul We by a lovely emblem know, His head, and hairs are white as wool, White are they as the driven snow. Glitter his feet like polish'd brass, That long hath in the furnace shone, Brighter than lightning is his face, Brighter than the meridian sun. Page 281 As many waters sounds his word, Seven stars he holds in his right-hand, Out of his mouth a two-edg'd sword Goes forth: before it who can stand? Lord, at thy feet we fall as dead, Lay thy right-hand upon our soul, Scatter our fears, thy Spirit shed, And all our unbelief controul. Tell us, "I am the first and last, Who liv'd, and died for all, am I! And lo! My bitter death is past, And lo! I live no more to die. "I have the keys of death and hell." Amen! Thy record we receive, And wait, till thou our spirits seal, And all in all for ever live. A Prayer for the Bishops. Draw near, O Son of God, draw near, Us with thy flaming eyes behold, Still in thy falling church appear, And let our candlestick be gold. Still hold the stars in thy right-hand, And let them in thy lustre glow, The lights of a benighted land, The angels of thy church below. Make good their apostolick boast, Their high commission let them prove, Be temples of the Holy Ghost, And fill'd with faith, and hope, and love. Page 282 The worthy successors of those Who first adorn'd the sacred line; Bold let them stand before their foes, And dare assert their right divine. Their hearts from things of earth remove, Sprinkle them, Lord, from sin and fear, Fix their affections all above, And lay up all their treasure there. Give them an ear to hear the word Thou speakest to thy churches now; And let all tongues confess their Lord, And let all knees to Jesus bow. A Prayer for Labourers. Lord of the harvest, hear Thy needy servants cry; Answer our faith's effectual prayer, And all our wants supply. On thee we humbly wait, Our wants are in thy view, The harvest, truly, Lord, is great, The labourers are few. Convert, and send forth more Into thy church abroad, And let them speak thy word of power, As workers with their God.