Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 1

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-1-011
Words380
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Universal Redemption Catholic Spirit Christology
Partakers of the life divine, When grace the full salvation brings) Sing ye, a vineyard of red wine, A vineyard for the King of kings! I keep it, I th' Almighty Lord My Spirit every moment pour, Descends the water and the word, The gracious never-ceasing shower. I water it with heavenly dew, Satan, and sin I chase away, I water it, and keep it too, I watch my vineyard night and day. Fury is not in me; to all, To all my mercies freely move: Who would resist my gracious call, Or spurn the bowels of my love? Who against me would madly dare, To set the thorns and briers in fight? Through all I would my passage tear, And trample on their feeble might. The soul that will not taste my love Shall perish by my righteous ire, My vengeful indignation prove, And feel me a consuming fire. But rather let him freely take A power from me to turn and live; Peace with his God he then shall make, And Christ into his heart receive. Page 13 My Son from all, who come to him, Shall every spot of sin remove, From all iniquity redeem, And root and 'stablish them in love. Grafted in him they all shall share The life, and fatness of the root, And every holy temper bear, And fill the world with golden fruit. The trees of righteousness shall rise, Water'd each moment from above, And bear the fruits of paradise, The glorious fruits of perfect love. The Forty-Fourth Chapter of Isaiah.11 Part I. Yet now, my chosen servant, hear, The Lord hath to his Israel said, Who form'd thee from the womb, is near, To help, and save the souls he made. Jacob, receive the word divine, Bid all thy fears and doubts depart; Jesurun,12 I have call'd thee mine, My servant, and my son thou art. On every soul that thirsts for grace, I will the living water shower, I will on all thy gasping race The fulness of my Spirit pour. The grace shall on thy sons descend, Thro' all succeeding ages flow, And all who on my truth depend, Th' indwelling Comforter shall know. 11A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Shent, 28a-30a. 12I.e., "Jeshurun." Page 14