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-1-134 |
| Words | 383 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Come, then, ye sinners, to your Lord, In Christ to paradise restor'd; His proffer'd benefits embrace, The plenitude of gospel-grace: A pardon written with his blood, The favour, and the peace of God, The seeing eye, the feeling sense, The mystic joys of penitence; The godly grief, the pleasing smart, The meltings of a broken heart, The tears that tell your sins forgiven, The sighs that waft your soul to heaven. The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, Th' unutterable tenderness, The genuine meek humility, The wonder, "Why such love to me!" Th' o'erwhelming power of saving grace, The sight that veils the seraph's face, The speechless awe that dares not move, And all the silent heaven of love! For One that is Sick, Before Using the Means of Recovery. Hymn I.44 Virtue divine, balsamic word, All-quickning, all-informing soul, By whom Bethesda's waters stirr'd, Could make the various lazars whole; 44Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 108; MS Clarke, 124; and MS Shent, 151a. Page 261 Angel of covenanted grace, Come, and thy healing power infuse, Descend in thine own time, and bless, And give the means their hallow'd use. Obedient to thy will alone, To thee in means I calmly fly; My life, I know, is not my own, To God I live, to God I die. In heaven my heart and treasure is, Yet while I sojourn here beneath, I dare not wish for my release, Or once indulge the lust of death. Thy holy will be ever mine; If thou on earth detain me still, I bow, and bless the grace divine, I suffer all thy holy will. I come, if thou my strength restore, To serve thee with my strength renew'd; Grant me but this (I ask no more) To spend, and to be spent, for God. For One that is Sick, Before Using the Means of Recovery. Hymn II.45 Hail great physician of mankind, Jesus thou art from every ill, Health in thine only name we find, Thy name doth in the med'cine heal. Thy name the fainting soul restores, Strength to the languid body brings, Renews exhausted nature's powers, And bears us as on eagle's wings. 45Manuscript precursors of this hymn appear in MS Cheshunt, 108-9; MS Clarke, 125; and MS Shent, 151a-151b. Page 262