Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1747)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1747
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1747-027
Words386
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Universal Redemption Christology
Ang: His image view, in us display'd His nobler creatures view. Men: Lower than you our souls he made; But he redeem'd them too. Ang: As gods we did in glory shine, Before the world began: Men: Our nature too becomes divine, And God himself is man. Ang: He cloath'd us in these robes of light, The shadow of his Son: Page 59 47HSP (1742) read "saves us from." 48HSP (1742) read "When others fell." 49First appeared in HSP (1739), 117-19. Men: We with transcendent glory bright Have Christ himself put on. Ang: Spirits like him he made us be, A pure ethereal flame: Men: Join'd to the Lord, one spirit we With Jesus are the same. Ang: We see him on his dazzling throne, Crowns he to us imparts: Men: To us the King of kings comes down And reigns within our hearts. Ang: Pure as he did at first create, We angels never fell: Men: He saves us in47 our lost estate, He rescues man from hell. Ang: When others sinn'd,48 we faithful prov'd, His love preserv'd us true: Men: Yet own that we are more belov'd, He never dy'd for you. Ang: Worms of the earth, to you we own The nobler grace is giv'n: Men: Then praise with us the great Three One Till we all meet in heav'n. Free Grace.49 And can it be, that I should gain An int'rest in the Saviour's blood! Dy'd he for me? Who caus'd his pain! For me? Who him to death pursu'd. Page 60 Amazing love! How can it be That thou, my God, should'st die for me? 'Tis myst'ry all! Th' immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design? In vain the first born seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. 'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; Let angel minds enquire no more. He left his Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite his grace!) Empty'd himself of all, but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race: 'Tis mercy all, immense and free! For, O my God, it found out me! Long my imprison'd spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night: Thine eye diffus'd a quick'ning ray; I woke; the dungeon flam'd with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee.