Hymns and Sacred Poems (1747)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1747 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1747-019 |
| Words | 386 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Crown the agonizing strife, Principle, and Lord of life; Life divine in us renew, Thou the gift and giver too: Now descend and shake the earth, Wake us into second birth; Now thy quick'ning influence give, Blow and these dry bones shall live. Brood thou o'er our nature's night, Darkness kindles into light; Spread thy over shadowing wings, Order from confusion springs. Pain, and sin, and sorrow cease, Thee we taste, and all is peace; Joy divine in thee we prove, Light of truth, and fire of love. Page 42 35First appeared in HSP (1739), 219-21. John xvi. 24.35 "Ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full." Rise, my soul, with ardor rise, Breathe thy wishes to the skies; Freely pour out all thy mind, Seek, and thou art sure to find; Ready art thou to receive? Readier is thy God to give. Heav'nly Father, God of all, Hear, and shew thou hear'st my call; Let my cries thy throne assail Ent'ring now within the veil: Give the benefits I claim Lord, I ask in Jesu's name! Friend of sinners, King of saints, Answer my minutest wants, All my largest thoughts require, Grant me all my heart's desire, Give me, till my cup run o'er, All, and infinitely more. Meek and lowly be my mind, Pure my heart, my will resign'd! Keep me dead to all below, Only Christ resolv'd to know, Firm, and disengag'd, and free, Seeking all my bliss in thee. Page 43 Suffer me no more to grieve, Wanting what thou long'st to give, Shew me all thy goodness, Lord, Beaming from th' incarnate Word, Christ, in whom thy glories shine, Efflux of the light divine. Since the Son hath made me free, Let me taste my liberty, Thee behold with open face, Triumph in thy saving grace, Thy great will delight to prove, Glory in thy perfect love. Since the Son hath bought my peace, Mine thou art, as I am his: Mine the Comforter I see, Christ is full of grace for me: Mine (the purchase of his blood) All the plenitude of God. Abba Father! Hear thy child Late in Jesus reconcil'd! Hear, and all the graces show'r, All the joy, and peace, and pow'r, All my Saviour asks above, All the life and heav'n of love.