Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 1

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-1-051
Words387
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Christology Trinity Justifying Grace
From now my weary soul release, Upraise me by thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land. Invitation to Sinners.55 All ye that pass by, To Jesus draw nigh: To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Your ransom and peace Your surety he is, Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his. For what you have done His blood must atone: The Father hath punish'd for you his dear Son. The Lord in the day Of his anger did lay Your sins on the Lamb; and he bore them away. He answer'd for all, O come at his call, And low at his cross with astonishment fall. But lift up your eyes At Jesus's cries: Impassive he suffers, immortal he dies. He dies to atone For sins not his own; Your debt he hath paid, and your work he hath done. 55Published previously in Festival Hymns (1746), 8-10. Manuscript precursors appear in MS Cheshunt, 116-18; MS Clarke, 134-35; and MS Shent, 120a-120b. Page 88 Ye all may receive The peace he did leave, Who made intercession "My Father forgive!" For you, and for me He pray'd on the tree, The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free. The sinner am I, Who on Jesus rely, And come for the pardon God cannot deny. My pardon I claim, For a sinner I am, A sinner believing in Jesus's name. He purchas'd the grace, Which now I embrace: O Father, thou knowst he hath died in my place. His death is my plea, My Advocate see, And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd for me. Acquitted I was, When he bled on the cross, And by losing his life he hath carried my cause. "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever." Heb. xiii. 8. Hymn I. O God, to whom in flesh reveal'd, The helpless all for succour came, The sick to be reliev'd, and heal'd, And found salvation in thy name; With publicans, and harlots I, In these thy Spirit's gospel days To thee, the sinner's friend draw nigh, And humbly sue for pardning grace. Page 89 Thou seest me wretched, and distress'd, Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor: Weary I come to thee for rest, And sick of sin, implore a cure.