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-1-147 |
| Words | 378 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
"My God hath call'd me hence," she cried, "The Lamb hath now prepar'd his bride, And sign'd my soul's release; I rest within the arms divine, He is, he is forever mine, The Lord my righteousness. "In life and death I bless his name, Who sent his servants to proclaim The everlasting word: That word hath sav'd me from all sin; And O! My friends abide therein, And ye shall see my Lord. "Obedient faith in Jesu's blood, This is the way that leads to God, That saves your dying friend. Page 286 "To Jesus and his servants cleave, His word, and ordinance receive, And ye shall soon ascend. "The gate shall soon unfold to you, The gate I now am passing thro', My heavenly bliss to share: My mounting soul is on the wing, I hear the saints on Sion sing, And die to meet them there!" Hymns for a Preacher of the Gospel. Hymn I. Moses' Wish.64 Exodus xxxiii. 12 to xxxiv. 9. Ah! Lord, if thou hast bid me lead This people from their sins to thee, Why am I thus? Myself unfreed, Fast bound in sin and misery, Still unredeem'd for help I groan, And still I serve a God unknown. Thou hast not to my soul declar'd Whom thou wilt with thy servant send; Who shall the helpless shepherd guard, Who shall the trembling guide defend: Yet hast thou call'd me by my name, Accepted in thy sight I am. If then I have acceptance found, And grace, and favour in thy sight, Now let thy pard'ning grace abound, Now manifest thy clearest light; 64A manuscript precursor of this hymn appears in MS Shent, 169a-169b. Page 287 Shew me thy way, thy life make known, Thy truth, and goodness, in thy Son. Ah! Give me all thy grace to know, Thy grace to this thy people give; Lead them throughout their course below, And bid me in thy presence live; Thy presence all my steps attend: O love me, love me to the end. Go with me thou in all my ways, And give my weary spirit rest; May I, may all the chosen race, Be with thy special presence blest: Or let us never hence remove, Without the convoy of thy love.