Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1747)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1747
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1747-002
Words374
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Social Holiness Catholic Spirit
Hymn for Easter-Day. HSP (1739), 209-11 Hymn for Ascension-Day. HSP (1739), 211-13 Hymn for Whitsunday. HSP (1739), 213-15 John 16:24. HSP (1739), 219-21 Longing. George Herbert CPH (1737), 52-54; HSP (1739), 73-75 God's Love to Mankind. Johann Scheffler HSP (1739), 159-61 Hymn on the Titles of Christ. HSP (1739), 165-68 Hymn to Christ. HSP (1739), 170-71 Lord, Not Unto Me. HLove (1741), 5-6 Justified, But Not Sanctified. HSP (1739), 150-52 Isaiah 43:1, 2, 3. HSP (1739), 153-54 Dialogue of Angels and Men. HSP (1742), 172-73 Free Grace. HSP (1739), 117-19 Page 3 2First appeared in CPH (1743), 87-88. Psalm CXXII.2 O how overjoy'd was I When the solemn hour drew nigh, Summon'd to the house of pray'r, Flew my soul to worship there: Come, my chearful brethren said, Let us go with holy speed; Let us haste with one accord, To the temple of our Lord. Running at his kind command, There our ready feet shall stand, Still within the sacred gate Will we for his mercy wait: Love the channels of his grace, Reverence the hallow'd place Where our Lord records his name, Stay we in Jerusalem. Page 4 God hath built his church below, Labour'd all his art to shew, Each with each the parts agree, Fram'd in perfect symmetry: There the chosen tribes go up, Testify their gospel-hope, Praise and bless th' incarnate Word, Shout the name of Christ their Lord. There are Aaron's mitred sons, There the apostolic thrones; Moses' legislative chair; God's great hierarchy is there. Pray, my friends, and never cease, Wrestle on for Sion's peace; Make her still your pious care, On your heart for ever bear. Hail the venerable name, Lovely dear Jerusalem; Thee who bless shall blessed be, Prosper for their love to thee. Dwell within thy ramparts peace, Plenty deck thy palaces, Jesus send thee from above, All the treasures of his love. For my friends' and brethren's sake, Thee my dearest charge I make; England's des'late church be mine; Sion, all my soul be thine! O thou temple of my God, For thy sake I spend my blood, Longing here thy rise to see, Glad to live and die for thee. Page 5 3First appeared in HSP (1739), 24-26. John xv. 18, 19.3