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-1-029 |
| Words | 389 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
O depth of sad distress, When shall my sorrows end! When will the Prince of Peace Declare himself my friend? Or must I thus for ever cry In hopeless misery, My God, my God, and Saviour, why Hast thou forsaken me! Is there no balm of love Within thy bosom found, My anguish to remove, And heal my spirit's wound? Page 45 Or wilt thou, Lord, my cure disclaim, Who need of healing have? Because the sinner's chief I am, Wilt thou refuse to save? Most helpless is my soul Of all the sin-sick race, Thou therefore make it whole, In honour of thy grace: More honour will thy grace receive By freely pardning me, Than if ten thousand sinners live, Converted all to thee. Come then, and shew thine art, Physician most divine, Bind up my broken heart, Pour in thy oil and wine, Into my heart the Spirit pour Of love, and joy, and peace, To perfect health my soul restore, To perfect holiness. Hymns for One Convinc'd of Unbelief. Hymn V. What tongue alas! Can tell The trouble and the grief, The shame and fear I feel, In hopeless unbelief! In ceaseless groans My soul bemoans Its perfect misery: Thou pardning God, Remove my load, Or at thy feet I die. Page 46 Why should I longer live In unavailing pain? Thy will is not to grieve The helpless sons of men: Send from above Thy saving love, And take me up on high, Thou pard'ning God, Remove my load, Or at thy feet I die. What shall a sinner say Thy pity to incline? In Jesu's name I pray Forgive this soul of mine, For Jesus' sake Compassion take, And freely justify, Thou pardning God, Remove my load, Or at thy feet I die. Father of mercies hear, In answer to my moan, Thy helpless mourner chear, And give me to thy Son; 'Till thou restore My peace and power, This shall be all my cry, Thou pardning God, Remove my load, Or at thy feet I die. Page 47 Hymns for One Convinc'd of Unbelief. Hymn VI. How long, thou hidden God unknown, Wilt thou thy mournful creature see, Distrest, and dark; yet wandring on, And blindly feeling after thee, Thee, whom I cannot yet attain, Thee, whom I seem to seek in vain.