Wesley Corpus

Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749) Vol 1

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1749
Passage IDcw-duke-hymns-and-sacred-poems-1749-vol-1-073
Words386
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Repentance Christology Pneumatology
Here, Jesu, am I Determin'd to lie, Thy goodness to prove, And if I am lost, to be lost in thy love. Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn XIX. Jesu, I believe thee near: Now my fallen soul restore, Now my guilty conscience clear, Give me back my peace and power; Stone to flesh again convert, Write forgiveness on my heart. I believe thy pardning grace As at the beginning, free: Open are thy arms t' embrace Me, the worst of rebels me; All in me the hindrance lies, Call'd I still refuse to rise. Still my carnal78 mind withstands, Still I madly hug my chain, Start from thy extended hands, Will not be receiv'd again, Backwards cast my wishful eye, Linger still from sin to fly. Yet for thy own mercy sake, Patience with thy rebel have, Me thy mercy's witness make, Mon'ment of thy power to save, 78Ori., "earnest"; corrected in errata and 2nd edn. (1755). Page 133 Make me willing to be free, Restless to be sav'd by thee. Now the gracious work begin, Now for good some token give, Give me now to feel my sin, Give me now my sin to leave, Bid me look on thee, and mourn, Bid me to thy arms return. Take this heart of stone away, Melt me into gracious tears, Grant me power to watch and pray, 'Till thy lovely face appears, 'Till thy favour I retrieve, 'Till by faith again I live. Hymns for One Fallen from Grace. Hymn XX.79 Still, O Lamb, to thee I pray, I, the vile backslider I, Take, O take my sins away, Haste thy balmy blood t' apply, Bid the power of sin depart, Drop thy blood upon my heart. Weary, weary, and opprest Shall I come to thee in vain? Wilt thou, Lord, deny me rest, Canst thou leave me to my pain, Crush'd by my own misery, Perishing for want of thee? 79Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 136-37; MS Clarke, 155-56; and MS Shent, 118a. 80Ori., "3"; corrected in 2nd edn. (1755). Page 134 Lord, I cannot let thee go, 'Till thou give me back my peace; Wilt thou not the grace bestow? Wilt thou not my sins dismiss? From the guilt and power set free, Justify the damn'd in me!