Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1747)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1747
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1747-012
Words375
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Reign of God Catholic Spirit
I pant to feel thy sway, And only thee t' obey: Thee my spirit gasps to meet, This my one, my ceaseless pray'r, Make, O make my heart thy seat, O set up thy kingdom there! Triumph, and reign in me, And spread thy victory; Hell, and death, and sin controul, Pride, and self, and ev'ry foe, All subdue; thro' all my soul, Conqu'ring, and to conquer go. Page 25 20Source: Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf. First appeared in HSP (1739), 189-90. Prayer to Christ Before the Sacrament.20 O thou, whom sinners love, whose care Does all our sickness heal, Thee we approach with hearts sincere, Thy pow'r we joy to feel. To thee our humblest thanks we pay, To thee our souls we bow; Of hell ere while the helpless prey, Heirs of thy glory now. As incense to thy throne above O let our pray'rs arise! O wing with flames of holy love Our living sacrifice. Stir up thy strength, O Lord of might, Our willing breasts inspire: Fill our whole souls with heav'nly light, Melt with seraphic fire. From thy blest wounds our life we draw; Thy all attoning blood Daily we drink with trembling awe; Thy flesh our daily food. Come, Lord, thy sov'reign aid impart, Here make thy likeness shine! Stamp thy whole image on our heart, And all our souls be thine! Page 26 21First appeared in HSP (1739), 190-92. Hymn After the Sacrament.21 Sons of God, triumphant rise, Shout th' accomplish'd sacrifice! Shout your sins in Christ forgiv'n, Sons of God, and heirs of heav'n! Ye that round our altars throng, List'ning angels join the song! Sing with us, ye heav'nly pow'rs, Pardon, grace, and glory ours! Love's mysterious work is done! Greet we now th' accepted Son, Heal'd and quicken'd by his blood, Join'd to Christ, and one with God. Christ, of all our hopes the seal; Peace divine in Christ we feel, Pardon to our souls apply'd: Dead for all, for me he dy'd! Sin shall tyrannize no more, Purg'd its guilt, dissolv'd its pow'r; Jesus makes our hearts his throne, There he lives, and reigns alone. Grace our ev'ry thought controuls, Heav'n is open'd in our souls, Everlasting life is won, Glory is on earth begun.