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-1-040 |
| Words | 391 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Call on him, and he yet shall save, "Redeem my spirit from the grave, The gulf that yawns beneath, Jesu, reverse my fearful doom, O snatch me from the wrath to come, The everlasting death. "Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart; One drop, if thou the grace impart, Shall move my guilty load, From every spot of sin set free; Speak all-atoning blood for me, Cry in the ears of God! Page 66 "Father, if now thou hear'st it cry, Now let it in my heart reply, And shew my sins forgiven; Thou canst thou dost this moment save: 'Tis finish'd! I my passport have Lead on, lead on to heaven!" For a Sick Friend in Darkness.42 Come, Lord, come quickly from above, The object of thy bleeding love Is sick, and wants thine aid; Lover of every helpless soul, O let thy pity make him whole, Whose mind on thee is stay'd. His only trust is in thy blood, Thou sinner's Advocate with God, Thou all-atoning Lamb, The virtue of thy death impart, Speak comfort to his drooping heart, And tell him all thy name. Give him thy pardning love to feel, And freely his backslidings heal, Repair his faith's decay; Restore the sweetness of thy grace, Reveal the glories of thy face, And take his sins away. Speak, Lord, and let him find thee near, O bid him now be of good chear, Declare his sins forgiven, Return, thou Prince of Peace, return, Thou Comforter of all that mourn, And look him into heaven. 42Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Shent, 158a; and MS Thirty, 120-21. Page 67 Another For a Sick Friend in Darkness.43 O Lord, our strength and righteousness, Our hope, and refuge in distress, Our Saviour, and our God, See here, an helpless sinner see, Sick, and in pain he gasps to thee, And waits to feel thy blood. In sickness make thou all his bed, Thy hand support his fainting head, His feeble soul defend; Teach him on thee to cast his care, And all his grief and burthen bear, And love him to the end. If now thy will his soul require, O sit as a refiner's fire, And purge it first from sin; Thy love hath quicker wings than death; The fulness of thy Spirit breathe, And bring thy nature in.