Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1742 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1742-159 |
| Words | 393 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
O let us our own works forsake, Ourselves, and all we have, deny, Thy condescending counsel take, And come to thee pure gold to buy. Gold, that can bear the fiery test, And make the buyer rich indeed; Adorn us in the milk-white vest, And over us thy mantle spread. When this unspotted robe we wear, Our sins are cover'd all by thee, No longer doth our shame appear; Salvation in thy light we see. Touch'd by an unction from above, Our eyes are open'd to perceive The mystery of redeeming love, The death by which alone we live. Beholding as with open face The glory of the Lord, we go From strength to strength, from grace to grace, And perfect holiness below. 150Ori., "know"; corrected in errata. Page 299 O might we thro' thy grace attain The faith thou never wilt reprove, The faith that purges every stain, The faith that always works by LOVE. O might we see in this our day The things belonging to our peace, And timely meet thee in thy way Of judgments, and our sins confess: Thy fatherly chastisements own, With filial awe revere the rod, And turn with zealous haste, and run Into the out-stretch'd arms of God. Behold thou standest at the door, Thou knockest long at every heart, Ready the sinner to restore, And lift the fallen up thou art. Thou callest all men to repent, And all men may obey thy call, They may the stoniest may relent, Thy death hath bought the grace for all. What thou hast lent we all may use, We all our talents may improve; We need not, Lord, thy grace refuse, Or stop our ears against thy love. Thou hast obtain'd for us a power Thy proffer'd mercy to embrace, And all may know their gracious hour, And all may close with SAVING GRACE. Page 300 Part III. Saviour of all, to thee we bow, And own thee faithful to thy word; We hear thy voice, and open now Our hearts to entertain our Lord. Come in, come in, thou heavenly guest, Delight in what thyself hast given; On thy own gifts and graces feast, And make the contrite heart thy heav'n. Smell the sweet odour of our prayers, Our sacrifice of praise approve, And treasure up our gracious tears, And rest in thy redeeming love.