Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 1
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1749 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-1-020 |
| Words | 375 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
He now mine inmost soul hath turn'd, And bid me in his nature shine, With every perfect gift adorn'd, And all my graces are divine. With faith, and every grace beside He hath endow'd me from above, My Lamb hath deck'd me like a bride, And my best jewel is his love. Page 30 For as the plants in gardens grow, Or cultur'd lands their product yield, The Lord his righteousness shall shew, The treasure in the gospel-field. Surely th' incorruptible seed Shall in our earthly hearts take root, Spring up in works, its branches spread, And holiness its golden fruit. The Lord our God shall give th' increase, Shall matter for his glory find, And lo! The perfect righteousness Springs forth to gladden all mankind. The Sixty-Second Chapter of Isaiah.18 For Sion's sake I will not cease In agony of prayer to cry, No, never will I hold my peace, 'Till God proclaim salvation nigh: Worthy in her great Saviour's worth 'Till Sion doth illustrious shine, And as a burning lamp goes forth The blaze of righteousness divine. Thy righteousness the world shall see, The Gentiles on thy beauty gaze, And all the kings of earth agree In wond'ring at thy glorious grace. 18Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 168-71; and MS Shent, 40a-43a. Page 31 Thy glorious grace what tongue can tell? The Lord shall a new name impart, Th' unutterable name reveal, And write it on his people's heart. Sion, for thee thy God shall care, And claim thee as his just reward, Thee for his crown of glory wear, The royal diadem of thy Lord. Outcast of God and man no more, No more forsaken and forlorn, Thy desolate estate is o're, For God shall comfort all that mourn. The widow'd church shall married be, And soon a num'rous offspring bear: Thy every son shall comfort thee, And cherish with a husband's care. Thy duteous sons to thee shall cleave, The barren woman that keeps house, Nor ever more the bosom leave Of their dear mother and their spouse. The Lord himself thy husband is, He bought, and claims thee for his own, Thy God delights to call thee his, Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone.