Hymns and Sacred Poems (1747)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1747 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1747-022 |
| Words | 371 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Page 48 39First appeared in HSP (1739), 165-68. Sov'reign of earth, air, hell and sky. But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments roll'd in blood appear? 'Tis God made man, for man to die! O God, of good th' unfathom'd sea, Who would not give his heart to thee? Who would not love thee with his might? O Jesu, lover of mankind, Who would not his whole soul, and mind, With all his strength, to thee unite? Hymn on the Titles of Christ.39 Arise my soul, arise Thy Saviour's sacrifice! All the names that love could find, All the forms that love could take, Jesus in himself has join'd, Thee, my soul, his own to make. Equal with God most high, He laid his glory by: He, th' eternal God, was born, Man with men he deign'd t' appear, Object of his creature's scorn, Pleas'd a servant's form to wear. Hail everlasting Lord, Divine, incarnate Word! Thee let all my pow'rs confess, Thee my latest breath proclaim; Help, ye angel choirs to bless, Shout the lov'd Immanuel's name. Page 49 Fruit of a virgin's womb The promis'd blessing's come: Christ, the fathers' hope of old, Christ, the Woman's conqu'ring Seed, Christ, the Saviour, long foretold, Born to bruise the serpent's head. Refulgent from afar, See the bright Morning-Star! See the Day-Spring from on high, Late in deepest darkness, rise, Night recedes, the shadows fly, Flame with day the op'ning skies! Our eyes on earth survey The dazling Shechinah! Bright in endless glory bright; Now in flesh he stoops to dwell, God of God, and light of light, Image of th' invisible. He shines on earth ador'd, The Presence of the LORD: God, the mighty God and true, God by highest heav'n confest, Stands display'd to mortal view, God supreme, for ever blest. Jesu! To thee I bow, Th' Almighty's Fellow thou! Thou the Father's only Son; Pleas'd he ever is in thee, Just, and holy, thou alone, Full of grace and truth for me. Page 50 High above ev'ry name, Jesus, the great I AM! Bows to JESUS ev'ry knee, Things in heav'n, and earth, and hell, Saints adore him, demons flee, Fiends, and men, and angels feel.